****** lips pinned to the walls of hell,
Vile tongues severed as punishment.
For a deed misplaced once, twice, thrice
Fans a flame that can't be quelled.
What is in a name? That is the question.
The proverbial Shakespeare intervened.
As words bearing his name become sermons,
Irony owed to history'd died a hundred deaths.

A name puts a man's deeds in ink
As it beguiles a lover in hidden letters.
And as the wine glasses begin to clink
Names are said right for the better.