The Click

Do you fit in my click before you sit? Do you say what I think and titter not tat? Chitter chat, not meow in a hat. Do you tick and tick not tock and tock nor bounce, nor roam, nor sit alone? Sticks and stones and whispers and moans, cutting lies with a satirical tone. Can you whisper not shout and slither about with silky skin and perfect grin and tell a tale or two or three? Then you can be we, and we can hang out, and talk about, and talk about, and talk about. Do you live in my corner? Are you a willing fawner? Can you give me your time without expecting mine? Think my thoughts lets crush and thwart all those who bounce and roam and sit alone, tock and tat and shout all that.