Blurt

Blurt

Blurt can be curt and can cause hurt.
I go about quite nicely, and then I slip and spurt.

Words they’re sharp, both East, West, North and South –
Blurt, curt, spurt – damnit, you’ve opened your mouth.

Ya can’t yank ‘em back with a rope - you dope…..
Soooooooo, don’t sit there and mope.

Blurt curt spurt, sure can cause a big frown…
Pride is hard to swallow, but it will eventually go down.

Others blurt, and man it can hurt.
Wanna run, hide, drop down in the dirt.

Don’t girt, don’t be pert – simply turn around, lead with your shirt.

When one blurts, damn it does echo…… and echo,
Makes one hurt, sad, green like that damn gecko.

Practice what we preach… Cause once gone, them words we can’t reach.
Suckup the lesson leech.. every waking moment, opportunity to teach.
(Our turn to learn)

Blurt can hurt, tether up there forever….
No temp, no scrape, no bruise, still - belly under the weather…

You can run but you can’t hide – careful what you say or you’ll hurt inside.

He/she repeated, seemed conceited, left one defeated, depleted, mistreated.
The rule is quite simple.. Treat one another how you’d like to be treated.

By Henry Gibson