Mmmm My Foot Tastes Good

Not sure what happened

With where that conversation went

But I want you to know

I will always be there for you

When it counts

When the chips are actually on the table

Not when you are pulling a bluff

And everyone calls you on it

I will always have your back

And will always be at your side

Whether figuratively 

Or metaphorically

But I just can't call bluffs

I can't bluff 

Even to save my own hide

And if I could, I think my credibility 

Would be completely shot

So please

Don't be mad

Don't hold my loose tongue

Against me

Realize that if I were there

And able to see all that happened

I would have kept

My trap that has sunk

My battleship many times

Shut tighter than the seams 

Of my waterproof tent

I'd much rather 

Not say a word

Than upset you

Because I like the taste

Of my own foot