Controversy

Controversy.
It is the sordid taboo which we avoid undeniably.
Like a hot potato, it is tossed to and fro
Between hands which burn with fear of it.

Controversy.
For we are aware of it and controlled by it.
A hot potato passed around, yet
Unwanted by the hungry guests of life.

Controversy.
We despise and ignore it.
A hot potato wrapped in euphamism's napkin
We disguise its sting of pain.

But controversy.
It is the only thing which can nourish our minds.
For a mouthful of burning starch is the only bite which sustains us and
Only controversy's full brunt can enrich us.

Challenge not that which I say,
For it is the only earnest thing
Any man could.