My foot in mouth disease has healed.
Now when I speak...
I make sure my feet are ready to flee.
And implanted in my own beliefs...
Has taught me a lot about diction!
I mumble what I say to quickly walk away.
Leaving anyone to wonder,
Whether or not I had offended.
And those greetings I receive,
The next time I meet with anyone...
Are more acceptable and less intriguing.
I've learned that one's speech understood,
And flawless with punctuated emphasis...
Can condemn an intelligence perceived.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.