5.Fools, Don't Listen To A Word I Say
Salutary tongues that speak in turn. Waiting for their chance to
make us yearn.
The sounds and emotions spreading thin, we'll sink the float
that would not let us win.
A solitary cheer that does not work. We cottoned on to all their
taints and quirks.
And fled to the mountains on a whim, watching all the mess
behind us sink.
And that's no way to listen to our sonnet.
They're buzzing like a bee inside my bonnet.
But the fools never listen to what I say.
They've copied all their lines into a prayer.
Fools, don't listen to a word I say. Just look the other way.
I'm not saying I've got much to say. Just look the other way.
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