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.
