My Stupid Mouth

The wrong words
always the wrong words.
One little social casualty.
Is it better to stay ignorant and remain flowing
or to know and build my beaver dam?
A firm boundary, strong and sturdy
with a rushing wall of water trapped behind
simply waiting for one little break in the stone,
one little breach,
for it all to come flowing out?
The little dangers, the little earthquakes
of what my mouth may say.

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