Curse of an evil tongue
I spit venom when it’s bad
Just know, I try hard
It’s not just every day mad
When I pull this card
It isn’t that I’m proud
I have an evil tongue
I bite until it bleeds
Til the final sting has stung
But enough is enough
And “my” enough is a ton
Once I hit that point
I can’t un spin the webs I’ve spun
The words begin to ooze
They’re thick and they stick
There’s nothing to undo
The choice won’t be un picked
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