my mouth - god bless it
has arms and legs and motors on
at 200 miles an hour
it sprints along faster an faster
vying for a place in the
world mouth games
pink lips moving
yellow teeth gleaming
sharp pointy words burst
without a brain to stop them
it should carry a warning
emblazoned in Red
and there's always a butt,
usually me, but sometimes you,
smitchy litchy bitchy words
callous unthinking brutal words
and whenever you may meet it
to my mouth
don't forget to say
Shut Up
