Tisk-tisk Chants!

He told her sorry
Though he wasn't
Offense taken
Is rarely the fault
of he who speaks
Honestly
Tisk-tisk chants
The godhead of
Logic
We all fall down
though
Down fall all we
Dreamers
We are vastly unalike
I like us that way
Judged is mind of
mine
Berated
Behind
The veil of normalcy
Envious of my foot forward
Motion
Ubiquitous
I'd still kiss you though
If you asked
Nicely