The Tongue
When ever I turn to look at you
What could the difference be
Out of all the words that you spew
And a boat tossed on the sea
To say you have a hard time
Is to say the least
A rudder for your tongue you'll find
Might better suit your needs
How many raging forest fires
Come from out your mouth
In ignorance you're tossing gas on it
As flames come pouring out
And if they don't move fast enough
Your fanning of the flames
With destruction from the tongue
In all you have to say
Instead of holding higher standards
You're lowering the bar
If you have no need to reach
You'll never reach that far
So batten down the hatches
Put the lighter down
Set the ladder to the side
Until you figure out
How in the world you get it done
In this world in which we live
I can tell you from experience
With the tongue is where it all begins
Copyright © Mike Hauser | Year Posted 2017
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