The Understatements

I get into your lisp

Forget what you said

Understatement of the year

Speaking water, hearing bread

In the game of the gaze

We speak not of defecation

We must celebrate

We defend so recklessly

She is the drunkard

I am the pervert

We lay out our table

We break our bread

Are you feeling naughty?

Put away that sugar

Slipping out the spice

I become an interpretation

You are a suggestion

Living in the land of maybe

Crossing the river of mercy?

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