and one more for good luck

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Bird head, please, give me the words
The monosyllabic is so poisonous
The pauses are the thorn in my throat
All my lips and tongue can show
Is the faceless talk
The meaningless conversations
At breakfast, lunch, dinner
In aisles and offices
Bird head, please, I need the words
There is a thick ball of water, sitting in the back of the brain
And it has been there for
Eight
Teen
Years
It does not go to the eyes, the hands
And never ever ever the lips
So please, Bird head, give me the words
I know there’s nothing you could want
Nothing I could possibly trade
And my thanks, meaningless
But I can’t stay here any longer, Bird head
Stay here, with my Yes’s and No’s and Huh’s
So, Bird head
Please take pity
And give me the words