Conversations Kill Poem by James McLain

Over heard a secret told,
And once outside I see the sky.
And all the clouds as they float by,
What I've seen and heard won't cigarettes
Leave a dirty stain,
Upon the soul of one to young too understand!

Conversations kill.
Conversations kill.

Inside your head I hear the movements
Of a clock that's never still but always stops.
Taking what was said inside a book you
Never tried to read.
And all the answers there when questions asked.

Conversations kill.
Conversations kill.