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Do you ever feel the words? The weight of them, on the tip of your tongue Different concoctions of tender joy and warmth;
Feeding people, from the tip of your tongue Your beauty is beyond our compliments In the form of happiness— Such a kind soul And gratitude. His brilliancy, such an illustrious prodigy!
Creating smiles that dance, linger, and dance all over again: Clumsy adjectives, genteel verbs and innocuous nouns All flowing from your mouth Out and about!
Then the clumsy adjectives are vicious and vile, And the verbs no longer genteel Followed by nouns spat with disgust and ill-humor
All from the tips of our tongues
Pouring a harsh assortment of words, a torrent of rage, a deluge of aggression! Raining them—again and again In the form of anger and angst combined.
That one resembles a pig. Uncanny, it seems! She sleeps where she should not. How strange? We can't let an autistic kid ruin our glory!
Words, beautiful yet ugly; They, elegant but dirty: Nurtured on the very tip of our tongues.
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