Yeah, let’s be Talking the Walking
So let’s be clear you gotta have words! Your ears, your lips, they ain’t no extravagance.
God didn’t deck you out, two at the hairline just to keep your head in balance,
God didn’t shape pretty, pinkish puckered mouths just for eating…and...kissing,
You gotta have words! For us humans they do the communicating.
But, but, but… hold the horses now, for if words indeed are a must, without which we’d just be mutes doing the hand signals, which is really kinda cute,
You also gotta walk! Yeah, walking is living—living is walking, without which your horn is not ready to be tooting.
Excerpt from an unpublished poem by Royal
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