Soggy Tongues - Vic Chesnutt

Narrowed eyes and soggy tongues

Beautiful rumors are flying about the ugly ones

The girl, she is by the pool

Yellow journalists' jewel

And all those wagging fingers

Are silly, little stingers

Rabbits are cooking breakfast, the fog is fragrant

The girl she is waking up against the famous vagrant

The cool council is tallying fines to be levied

The girl she is tightly grinning

The vagrant thinks it’s all too heavy

Presents are presented

And bribes reluctantly taken

Summer’s sweetie, iced a cohort

While the rest of the town’s baking

Traffic is light and appetites are hearty

And tongues are soggy

Accusations are tossed like darts at the good

Little girl who is groggy