Their Tongues Spilled Out

Talking at me
Talking at you
Both stuck on thinking up
The perfect sentence to make
Each other equally obsessed

A rhyming spell over a pot of guts
Nothing but frog legs
Hanging out of their mouths

Opening up to reveal
Flaccid tongues
Spilling out onto the floor
In the most pathetic way

Right next to the spleen
Those are my intestines
What's your favorite food
Mine is pesto chickpea pasta
With broccoli

It's all so embarrassing
Nothing seems to come out right

A deformed two headed mistake
Pokes it head out and says
What weather we're having
Yeah
Thanks

They smile and know
That they will never talk again



Credits
Writer(s): Camrin Richardson
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