The Idiot

I swear I had the best intentions,

Sweet like honey in my head.

But all my witnesses keep turning up,

And when they do, they turn up dead.

I wish that I had less to say,

My mother had wished so too.

But how can I obey one rule,

Without saying what is true?

My mouth a cage,

My tongue a dog,

My larynx raged,

My cords they throbbed.

I loosed my beast into the ring,

Without a second thought.

I killed my mutt with lack of wit,

When it was that which should have fought.

If only I had kept my words,

Dormant and un-sung.

I should have left them hanging,

On the tip of my own tongue.