Given like a ticket,
To get.
A parked attitude, Unlocked.
It should be given,
Like a ticket to get...
A toxic mouth that runs,
Nonstop.
Lips flapping as if,
Motorized not to quit...
Or muffled to zip,
With rumors fed...
Heating up heads.
Like a fire that spreads,
Spilling out...
From under rooftops.
Until someone calls,
The cops
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