Narra
Narra
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Please excuse; my Satoori.

Its’ uncontrollable tongue is in my mouth

it continues to blurt out sounds and accents of barbaric fish flapping around the country side shore.

I can switch, I can tame it!

Polite, succinct, and an acquainted tongue

you won’t hear this in my mother land.

I am able to conform, I’m able to walk straight with my chin up, and plaster a rigid smile to show my native teeth.

So please, if you can just for the moment

Excuse my Satoori.

Narra

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