Gravel Mouth

Your words are sharp,

More poisonous than acid.

Appraise not what

Your wealth has brought,

But where your pride lies flaccid.

Let water come,

And rinse your tongue,

To saturate the lie,

That brought a cloud of umbrage

To an idle-minded sky.

Though snow may fall,

And cover all

The hurt that you’ve created;

No longer will you placate

Rightful justice you negated.

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