The Mouth Poem by James Merchant
The Mouth
Let me guess
Your lips are curling as usual
Such a pest
To have a reputation as cruel
As the hand that fed you
Back in the days of the alleyway
Let me jest
For I have little else to say
Try my best
Success is what I pray
For the hand that fed you
Back in the day of the alleyway
Such a pitiful shame
Such a pitiful shame
Monday, April 9, 2012
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