Mincing words: We shred them, till you can’t tell
What they mean, like sausage hiding the meat.
Was that “Bless your heart” or “Go to hell”?
Too much spice, so add a little sweet.
Don’t mince words! No need to cook the carcass!
Serve in quarters showing fur and bone.
Don’t mince words! That hammer truth might spark us
To start the fire to roast those words alone.
Don’t mince words! Let’s lay cards on the table.
Tell it like we think it is, just to show
That though we’re in the dark, we’re still able
To state the case like someone in the know.
It’s easier to swallow the absurd
From a butcher who’s skilled at mincing word.