He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
Into the night
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Swings his big word-hammer
Never minding lies and grammar
Cuz he's gotta, gotta, gotta
Fuel the fight
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With his bellowslike ire
He stokes the fire
As it burns, burns, burns
To his delight
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On his huge word-anvil
Pounds rumor and scandal
As they sizzle, sizzle, sizzle
Burning bright
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Hones his words untoward
Like a two-edged sword
As they stab, stab, stab
Like a knife
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As his words extrude
They can get really rude
As he pushes, pushes, pushes
Wrong as right
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He's a stable smithy
Thinks his genius words are pithy
As he pounds, pounds, pounds
With all his might
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© 2019 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved
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Poetry notes: 05/26/2019

In the context of this poem, "Wordsmith" refers to any who attempt to mislead by using fake news or disinformation. 

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