Closed mouths attract no flies
Only in silence will you fail love’s test.
Or so ‘tis said by those who wish to hold
you to their notion of what is the best
or nail you with the perfect stranglehold.
There surely must be times when thoughts are yours,
To keep unto yourself if that’s your choice
But no, we hear ‘what’s right’ in these lectures
another oversight upon your voice.
The PC thing to do is fix the blame
When things go wrong, the finger points to you,
'It’s all your fault' (you’re captured in the game)
‘You promised.’ Oh my God, it’s really true.
So, run your mouth and watch the grief unfold,
for silence is the thing that’s made of gold.