Just In Case, I'Ll Remove All Doubt Poem by Patti Masterman

Where angels fear to tread, there go I:
Stomping in my heavy boots, tracking earth
I always have to do it; why oh why
Can't I ever learn, a sense of mirth's
Not enough to get me by;
Cause not everyone enjoys truth on the fly

Where angels fear to tread, I always park:
Keeping my mouth shut's a long lost art
I never learned my lesson well: shut up
Breaking my own and other's hearts
Always doing it the hard way's rough;
Never did close my mouth quite soon enough

Where angels fear to tread, I'll be found dead
Some day, and then they'll shake their heads:
She never paid any heed to hallowed ground
And what goes round comes back around
She spoke without thinking, it often was said-
Better muffle that coffin, before we dropp it down-