I heard the splashes spilt sore words in the market of falsehood for personal gains
Let the grabbled grains of your intents germinate in your own life-garden
Let it grow and not wither like a drought resistant crop
I have always known you were never fangless yet I always fall prey to you as a suppose friend
Thanks for the kisses
they were more loquaciously loud than the dark domestic Paraguayan parrot
Now that my ear is dang deaf
let your venom venting mouth continually bite.