Sharon, the Orator

Told me not approach him.
Not even mention his name.
For he is a life reaper and
knows his way to fame.

I wondered effortlessly, was it a gangster
killing in a fight, or
A ghost fretting you in the night.

Our speaker has come of little barrel-chested young.
Little deep-eyed and twisted-tongue.
Sharon does not speak, he launches shrills.
His voice and lectures send them chills.

It is hard to tell you
the beauty of this man.
For many simply find him.
Too hard to understand.

I questioned him where did learn this skill
Was it in the Harvard, Stanford or in the mill.
Only geniuses have got that breach
Talk to yourelf but never teach.