Big Mouth

The mouth is the thing we find perfect Finding things we call the subject It’s really the mouth that finds our grace The mouth that often points out disgrace The mouth describes a particular taste It knows each seasons put on it’s plate The mouth decides what’s bitter and sweet Take the poison or cure illness complete It tells the truth or tells the lies Tells of deception only seen by the eyes It never keeps secrets on words it relys It takes and gives and blows away flies Lips may kiss teeth can bite Silence show indifference A shout become a fight The mouth is a thing that gives us no clue Eventually what will happen to me and you