Vinegar, venom and salt
I'm counting all your faults
When the time is right
The pen could write
And joy would come to a halt
Vinegar, venom and salt
They're quite the painful thoughts
I see the fool
I see the tool
Words can be quite the assault
Vinegar, venom and salt
They must be kept in a vault
Padlocked, lost key
No-exit, you see
Void the words and their poisonous waltz.
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