100 kilogram thank yous
Sitting upon my chest
For the God who gave me tonnes
Of words; the freedom to express
These a thousand kilogram I love yous
Pounding against my breast
To ease two thousand tonnes of weight
I'd be shouldering in regret
So all the words I speak are filtered
Being mindful of their strength
A few words could shatter kingdoms
Where only wise words could quell unrest
Certain words could dub you a fool
Certain words grant you respect
Wholesome words; an increase in wisdom
Gossip; only leads one to regress
So when your ears will itch
To hear something rich
From the words I will say next
I'll polish the blade
To sever needless weights
From the words my pen will flesh
