Their Tongues Spilled Out

Talking at me

Talking at you

Both stuck on thinking up

The perfect sentence to make

Each other equally obsessed

A rhyming spell over a pot of guts

Nothing but frog legs

Hanging out of their mouths

Opening up to reveal flaccid tongues Spilling out onto the floor in the Most pathetic way

Right next to the spleen

Those are my intestines

What's your favorite food

Mine is pesto chickpea pasta

With broccoli

It's all so embarrassing

Nothing seems to come out right

A deformed two headed mistake Pokes it head out and says

What weather we're having

Yeah

Thanks

They smile and know

That they will never talk again