The scornful harp(Brother verse)

Of many tools
You chose sarcasm- a scornful harp
it´s simple beauty too alluring
Making mere words sharp

Your grindstone as efficient as brilliant brain
Your quickwit would make a cocky friend
sustain a week of feeling like a twit
Sharpened on that brave tongue

Ears would cringe
hard silences sometimes joined
Heart Doors would slam
almost fracturing the hinges

Sanding down that cool comment
Then hitting the unaware like a skull on cement
Mother would squeal "Oh how rude"
I would often marvel

Your friends would choose their words
Like a sensitive stomach at a backstreet diner
Your quips kept them alert
That swift humour, ironic shine

You could take a confident sixfoot man
and make him feel three foot two
with a sharp mouth but empty hand
you would cut me too.