It rolls and scoffs
It kicks in all the right places
It wants to smother me
And take my breath
My stingy resentful breath
Full of what has happened
Not looking forward to what could happen
Is being ripped from my mouth and torn into a thousand things I've never said
My word has been twisted and used against me
What a wretched thing
I don't agree anymore
I won't let this happen
It will stop
The yelling and the drunkeness of spit and dirt in my mouth
The filth overflowing from it will cease
But alas it won't, will it?
You don't think so.
You knew me too well.