Communication rancid with venom to boot. The potency of your tongue deadlier than 10 Black Mambas. The sum of the receiver paralysis from head to feet in defeat. Bereft of Holy preservative, you need the king’s speech.
You curse God and men as you shout damning expletives. Your tongue is set on fire of Hell. So intense the heat of your raucous speech, one lick can dry out the Ocean’s Pacific in less than a week.
Must be careful not to offend tongue world traveler. Her clip is full and bullet in the chamber. Please be nimble and be quick! Avoid the verbal assault this week until she’s endowed with the king’s speech.
How can you be so puerile, that your mouth can’t pick it’s battles? Your syllables consumes flesh and crushes bones. You’re a veracious, carnivorous beast!
The king’s speech is the sedative you need, heals mind body and spirit. You’re infirmed in your soul, your tongue a deadly weapon. Not even a vestige of virtue, shame on you.
Fury rules your conversation as evil empowers your rage. Your speech so abysmal it’s stench reaches to Heaven, yet it Genesis is in Hell.
A fool that holds his peace is deemed wise yet you argue your stupidity with no regard. Standing tall as you deliver your dissertation of vanity once again affirming your insanity,
Kings Speech.
You need to invert your grammar. Not becoming to hear wicked phrases. You spew gall and arsenic as you violate your audience. They hate you on the low yet fear their reaction will reciprocate an unholy retraction.
Take the high road with your speech, make it an edifice of exhortation. No longer play the harlot with your member, turning tricks of lyrical infidelity.
Finally prove your penitence. Murder the swagger of your language. Rather taste the sweet honey of repentance this time, the fruit of your lips now giving thanks to his name.
Kings Speech.
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