James Merchant

The Mouth - Poem by James Merchant

Let me guess
Your lips are curling as usual
Such a pest
To have a reputation as cruel

As the hand that fed you
Back in the days of the alleyway

Let me jest
For I have little else to say
Try my best
Success is what I pray

For the hand that fed you
Back in the day of the alleyway
Such a pitiful shame

Such a pitiful shame

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 9, 2012

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