English isn’t my first language:
It is the glossolalia of improving my mile.
Isn’t that what the man said?
Well, then, that always seems like always a
Man and woman alike can get tonguetwisted
Colloquially and in the finest farthest reaches
Of underpasses, townhomes and high-rises.
Eventually we trip over our tongues when the red light goes on.
By then, it’s time to get off anyways…
So knuckle under and buckle up, buttercup.
I’ll hold the steak knife to your supple chin
And by pray by dints, the glint on the blade
Blinds us all.