You can't say
You won't talk or have to
There is nothing to say
Like a chord dissociative
Or like a re-breathe
Saying alot
The joke of misinterpretation
Like an algae pond
Or of the stagnant canal
In which parasite life laughs
Homemade masks are in a parallel
It's like shingles escaping the roof in a storm
And it vibrates from the sky to your stomach
It's like you don't want to say,
When you don't have to