Know that you own the tongue that has made a world flat
With each word, placed its heart at once under your boots
Chicken-walk on the doormat, “Do some-thing with your mess.”
Close the door, then deny you’d been outside that Day
Know that you own the tongue that has made a world flat
With each word, placed its heart at once under your boots
Chicken-walk on the doormat, “Do some-thing with your mess.”
Close the door, then deny you’d been outside that Day
