Who writes poetry imbibes honey from the poisoned lips of life.
When there is a lack of honor in government the morals of the whole people are poisoned.
Sinful and forbidden pleasures are like poisoned bread they may satisfy appetite for the moment but there is death in them at the end.
To be given the opportunity to help shape new artists' careers and mentor them to see their dreams come to fruition is a task I welcome with open arms.