I never swore again after mother cleansed my mouth with soap, and stones I threw were the last for I saw that glass can blind. The cane across my legs taught me
lessons about pronunciation, and now saintly priests compliment my oral skill. At interviews I'm a class act and with royal accent and smile I say 'accidents happen despite the very best education.' The judge nods, those jurors need a wash, behind my bars wardens give me a slap so hard I know their soap has razors too.
The hiss of rope about my neck coils tight in snake-like punctuation. I say 'accidents happen despite the very best education.' |