Starve

your tongue

When your mind is sour

Seal your rims

And give your soul

A million tongues

Clam up your muzzles

Like a mussel shell

Be still and dread

The foe between your lips

That loyal unbridled soldier

That tongue you lash at will

When all you want

Is to launch a punch

But all you’ve got

Is a venom of words

You feel like biting

At people  but not

At pizza

Savor a moment

And relish the memoirs

Of the sandwich fair

Crunch a bite

Or chomp your tongue

Drown the words

They seldom are bright

And least of all

You save the reek

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