Sinning through the mouth

You prostitute yourselves in your language

Never giving enough heart to what you say

So I am relaying my tone

In dispute of yours


The quieter it is

The better I see you

So leave your mouth closed

And it will heap in what’s enclosed

Truly parallel is my way of thinking

To the one that delivered you from sinning.

Offering his hand to you and you reject him

How might he help you now that you are mute?

Some words are best kept inside

Unless you want to get gout.