Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon,
I hear you have a lady friend;
How good for you.
I also hear you like to make women feel
As if they are a lesser form of human
And that Jon,
That is not okay.
Do you have any idea
How long the memories
Of the asinine things you say
Remain in the hearts and minds of those you say them to?
Do you really understand
The weight of those words that come from between your pretty little lips,
as tepid and childish as they are?
A name with such history…
Do you know that John was the name of a very great man
A man who followed
An even greater man,
That the legacy which bestowed upon you your title
Comes from that very source?
Perhaps this is why your name has been simplified,
You simple fool;
You are a shame on the legacy
As you currently stand,
Although there is always hope and forgiveness,
Should you seek it with honesty.
The world is a jungle,
Is it not?
You are a panther in it’s prime,
And you are on the prowl.
Know also though,
That there are far larger predators amongst the trees;
Those yellow eyes watching you,
Are ready to strike at a moment’s notice
And tear you limb from limb.
Show due respect
Or be prepared
To watch your back.