Saturday, January 31, 2015

Meeting with tongue

I:    Aren't you supposed to taste?
      Why spew waste?
      That just leaves people to hate
       Even if you are great.
       For the words you utter,
       I mutter,
       If only there is a shutter,
       It would have been better.

Tongue: What do I do?
                When the people I love too,
                Slit my heart in to two.
                To console the heart, I knew,
                 I have to lash out a few.
                Although I spew,
                Which is true,
                With no clue

                That's all I can do
                 From turning it blue
                 But it never did glue
                 The little heart in two
                 Just the word 'Sorry' from who
                 Slit it through
                 Made it a kangaroo
                 Jumping out in zoo
                 What do I do?


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