Loose Lips Juiced Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Loose lips juiced,
Are quick to share...
The toxic drippings licked,
With others to confirm...
What they've tasted,
Has been produced not to go wasted.

But...
Let it be known,
Your business is your business.
And your own.
To condone and be left alone.
Let this be known,
What it is you produce...
Is yours to do.
And not for juice lips loose.

Let it be known,
Your efforts to endeavor...
Are severed from a 'togetherness'.
With your own tone to set.
Let it be known,
Regardless if gossipers become upset.
Do your 'thing' to leave them,
Guessing.
And incorrectly at best.

Some have a need,
To think they should be left...
The ones to be pleased.
By what someone else does.
Whether done in private.
Or discreetly.

And other dip nippers,
Perceive they should recommend...
Or suggest,
Their opinions to give.
Without a hint received.
Or an invitation sent by request.

Looser the juice slips from lips.
Determined to squeeze,
Every seed of nonsense...
To feed a nonexistent explicitness.
And people buy it as if,
Race horses released...
From a starting gate to chase,
Anyone seeking to salivate...
On new and fresh bait.
To replace what they've eaten,
By deceivers whipping up more...
Delusions to create.

Loose lips juiced,
And prepared to share...
Their toxic drippings.
Need to be made aware,
Your business is your business.
And all the licking is yours.
Not to go anywhere.
Or be targeted to have you seen,
Humiliated and demeaned.