Quatrain of Loose Lips - 1116 Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Loose Lips

Loose Lip - thoughts left over

1.
Glistening, I impart a
secret, you never heard
before,

I shall parcel it straight,
you know I seldom
bore.

I found the numbers you
used, to show the climate
hot,

They seemed to have a
glow, as if they were
bought.

2.
Just what is it about the
sea level, and its evitable
rise,

You wish to enter a new
business; build boats I
surmise.

Now let me relate a secret,
I have never disclosed
before,

I'll climb a tree and take
a stand, before I float
offshore.

3.
Loose lips have driven the
climate, to affect my life
surreal,

My daily presence consumed,
watching weather I merely
feel.

The cost of living, the shape
of my soul and earthly
value,

Shamefully, twisted into utter
nonsense, as if God had no
clue.

Yorktown Disciple
2003