Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Drunken Tongues

Drunken tongues flicker in haste

With their tra-la-la-la’s and their ha-ha-ha-ha’s

Not a lashing will they waste

Soured Spirits have numbed their taste

Fermented waste fuel their hate

Poison held in pours out

The tongue it cannot stop

It thrusts and twists about

What it holds inside it must shout

Beware my friends and watch out

From the brain this tongue has departed

And the lashings, they‘ve just gotten’ started

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