Mind Your P's and Q's

Dedicated to the Poppinjays: An Angel you're not. As I listen and wonder, what's with all this talking. It must be a Gossip-monger, or a God-ling. You talk of me behind my back, just stab it with a knife. Niceness you sure do lack, wake up, shut up, get a life. You have nothing better do do, just sit and flap your jaws. Crazy are many of you, stop talking, put your mouth on pause. Gaze into the mirror at this being, you'll find it is yourself. What you're seeing is a gos-ling, you're not at the top of a shelf. You can't shut up, you're on a roll, words keep coming from you. You re not at the top of a totem pole, so mind your P's and Q's! Those who speak of others happenings, all will come to see. You're marked in God's book, and do not earn your wings. Jabber Jaws!!