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Mouth, & things related to the mouth by Earth To Malachi

 Mouth, & things related to the mouth


 

I seem to spend an inordinate

Just wanted to use that word

Would a helluva lot work better?

Shouldn’t I try for as wide a potential audience as possible?

Don’t get me wrong I’m under no illusions that many will read or hear

But yunno, not to isolate; rather to invite people IN

 

What was I talking about again?

It’s not really relevant is it?

You only want to know who I am

Or rather what I am

A unique event

Reduced to an object from a collective said object

 

Of course, you doubtless think

I’m beating around the bush

Anyone would say that

I know I would, in fact, I am outright saying it

 

All I really wanted to say was that I cringe A LOT these days

At old foot in mouths committed over the years

They behave like a lowlight reel on a loop

Embarrassing moments from my youth

The older I get



Rather, I wish I could occupy my psyche with new and interesting things

& not just rehashing sh#t

But yunno, not much happens when you get to my age

 

Well not quite true

 

A lot happens

But most of it dying or decaying

& yunno that’s not very titillating is it?

 

When I was young everything seemed for my amusement

I never minded the foot in mouths

I barely gave them a second thought

 

©Malachi Doyle 2022.



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