My lips zipped tight
I saw it happen
Right before my eyes
Right as I watched
I heard it mentioned once
Then twice
Even thrice
Right as I listened
But my lips zipped tight
These must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
I inhaled the air ambient
And it had a putrid smell
Right as I smelled
But who would ring the cat’s bell?
Then I knew it all
It was all wrong
Nothing turned out right
But my lips zipped tight
These must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped tight
He ignored all things right and wise
He was right in his own hollowness
He spurned concerned circles of sympathies
He turned to his concurring clique of cronies
His cohorts
His ilk
His ilk were filled with malice
His ilk filled him with ills
Ills evil enough to kill
Ills to make him thrill at other’s ills
…at other’s failings
Ills to make him fail miserably
But these must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped tight
My lips zipped tight
I sensed the unfolding danger
The looming calamity
The galloping famine
The gathering storm
The downward spiral
The backward dancing
The stagnation
The deterioration
I sensed danger unfurling a dark night
But my lips zipped tight
These must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped tight
It poured in trickles
Then in torrents of anger
It piled up behind the wall of the canker
Threatening to push the wall to a crack
With all the force it could muster
With all the evil it forebode
But all these were kept at bay
By the unseen hand of trickery
I knew the danger it posed
But my mouth was told to close
These must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped shut
My lips zipped tight
I knew the sore was festering sick
The flies were hovering thick
All around
He was hurting
He smelled sick
But he was smiling
He preferred a plastering
He welcomed no pestering
He was hiding the offending aroma
He was fending off the impending coma
He proffered a tight covering on the putrefying fragrance
My lips zipped… stitched so tight
These must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped tight
I knew his rise to the sky was so contrived
Elevated to tower over all his type
Overrated to be venerated by all types
I knew his rise to the sky would be on the slide
Sliding to hit the lowest high
Soon…before all eyes
I knew the sky could not hide his type
His type should fall from the sky
…wounded by pride
But these must not be said
These things must be left unsaid
My lips zipped shut
These were not said
The things left unsaid
Came back with things to hurt
