His mouth, it sings a very nasty song

His mouth, it sings a very nasty song,
it tells of an opinion, not a fact,
it poisons minds, whose lyrics are all wrong.

He said to keep it secret, tell the throng
nothing, and to be mindful, strict with tact.
His mouth, it sings a very nasty song,

now that I've kept the distance stretched and long,
he's gone against me, broke the silent pact.
It poisons minds, whose lyrics are all wrong,

whose singer kept me silent, so his song
would be the only music shown as fact.
His mouth, it sings a very nasty song,

the secret he has shouted with a gong,
to hammer in his view, his wild attack,
it poisons minds, whose lyrics are all wrong.

Yet I have yet to show him I am strong,
expose his puppet show, his phony act.
His mouth, it sings a very nasty song,
it poisons minds, whose lyrics are all wrong.

(C)2008, Christos Rigakos