Before you get a chance to say "stop"
A great big ugly toungue is loathing
It's way round your mouth
Playing tonsil tennis before you know it..
You can wipe the stains off your clothes
All you like
It's too late now
It wont change anything
"stop.....please"
Please tell me what you think
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"Tonsil Tennis" - genius

Unfortunately that's about the only thing I like about this poem, it seems to grate in my mind, and the theme is perplexing.
Not the most positive comment here I'm afraid, still more of a fan of your old work.
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