It was always my mouth
That got me into trouble
Speaking out of turn
I played my nouns
Not politely and my verbs
Stung until my face
Was slapped a ruckus
In the back of the room
I was trying to get
Behind the words
This compulsion I had
To say something true
Not to let things go
All my wrongs come down
To what I should have said
To words I should have used
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