TEMPER
My mouth
is a weapon
I won't
use
any
more.
Grim
in
the
carnage
of
deserved
denouncing,
I empty
my tongue
of bullet words
forever.
And vow
to silence my
Savage Celts,
to tame my
Terrible Tribe
of
Irish
Beheaders.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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