Stop covering up.
This blanket agreement. Cotton mouth!
I tried to speak with you today, you said something indecipherable;
Mumbled- maybe muffled words. Should I ask you again what you said?
Maybe this time your words will carry, like some sort of projectile, a message.
But they usually just dribble from your mouth,
And fall, on your bedfellows’ deaf ears.
I’ve lost them
Way Lenn
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/strange-bedfellows-3/
