Nearly Old Friends - Horse Feathers

Disgusting speed

For every word a dirty deed

And so they say

Take a week or month

But you need more than a day

For it to go away

But it couldn’t be

What it never was

No war was waged

A year in silence

No penance paid

With a dirty tongue

Something wicked’s bound

To this way come

Then we’ll see

If we both have to crawl from the bottom

It’s there we meet

Eye to eye and bent on some bedlam

The coast was clear

Turned out to be a cynic’s year

With a dirty tongue

Something wicked’s bound

To this way come