My knife is my weapon
It controls my actions
It shows my way
And it dictates my expressions
The edge is sharp
And painful to the touch
But still I cannot perdict
How it hurts so much
For some reson it rarely hurts me
But it hurts so much to others
When I wheeled for all to see
Everyone else it bothers
Mostly sheathed it stays
To harm no soul
However when stowed one person it hurts
For he pays the heaviest toll
For i wish this weapon
Could be turned to something useful
So when its expressed to others
It is considered good not harmful
Kenneth Caron Jr.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/knife-11/
