IF You Can Listen As You Speak

Bad shit tumbled outa his mouth.

Words weighed nada as he flailed them about.

No more whispers, now they had clout.

Flung them so far on his powerful shout.

Gonna git you this time.

You are gonna be mine.

We are gonna be fine.

Once you’re with me.

Then you will see.

How staying free

Depends upon the talking stick.