My words are not very Cunning
I always leave my faucet Running
All my thought bubbles now start coming Alive
Expressing what I feel Inside
Those feelings I just cannot Hide
Concealing words is something I do not Strive
Got to learn how to clog my Drain
Though I know it might be a Strain
Trying to keep my big mouth plugged Shut
Then it's just two minutes Later
The water flows out even Greater
It's my mind just listening to my Gut
Every body is now Laughing
Voices in the back now Chaffing
Hearing my words flow up and over the Side
My words are not very Cunning
I always leave my faucet Running
Spilling words without worrying about my Pride
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