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Watch Your Words

Watch your words
They scald
Remember if you are about to say something nasty
Best to say nothing at all.
Shut your mouth
Be quiet for once
Your words are weapons as well you know.
Years later, people will remember how evil you were
Don’t blame drink
Or anything else
This is your mind it must be how you think
Why can’t you take a moment before you shower 
those evil words on the floor
Knives fly from your mouth
You distress yourself much less anybody else
You have never grown up
You are a sad soul
Always looking for someone else to blame
You are as fickle as can be
One minute sweet
The next as sickly as can be
You can be acidic
Your words cut deep
You rarely think
Mayhem follows you
The way its always been
Love Life Poetry, 22 July 2016(C) M KA Crooks 2016

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