Words...

They just walk into your head,
They don't care to knock, or weigh timing,
They whine for attention, other thoughts misled,
And before you know it, they've begun rhyming!

They lead you to aha!s, reduce you to aah!s,
They cut you to quick; they elude when you hunt;
They stoop to gibberish, worth less than Blah!
They're the weapon of wit, best used when blunt.

They drip with passion, tenderness, ecstasy,
They explode with humor, or tickle like a child,
They're magic carpets, woven of threads of fantasy;
They the ooh!s and aah!s; screams of girls gone wild.

They're the perfect expression, every woman covets,
They're the power of a saint, oracle and presidents,
They can mean the whole world, can be empty threats,
They can uplift the masses, or charge up regiments!

They can unite nations, yet put them into lots;
Witty when measured, when unchecked- convey delusion.
A score of weird symbols tied up in a knot,
They bless humanity with the power of expression.