Words really are a very funny thing,
Words come out fast, slow and in between,
They can bite, sting, push and sing,
Sometimes they also can sing, dance, be playful and mean.
When words come out to fast they have odd consequence,
Should have, should not have been spoken, taken back,
When the ones come out too slow they can be on the fence,
Regretting is part of the lesson, so pick up the slack!
Words can be trained to fit into a poem, or into a song,
When paraded can be light, silly, airy or downright scary,
Sometimes words are regretted and corrected because it was wrong,
Because they were mean, a curse or too much information, which is rarely.
Break words down and what do you find,
A syllable, a letter and a sad little nub,
Or look the other way and see into the mind,
Of working gears trying to recover a flub.
But what I most regret about the words that I've said
Whether they were mean, silly, rude or true
Broken, flashy, unspoken, false or dead,
Is that the worst ones I've uttered were aimed at you.
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