A muse about having No Rules,
From a fool lacking verbal tools?
No rules may cause one to have the blues,
If it's something you use to accuse.

No rules to voice is a strange muse?
A hinted bruise someone else chews?
Abuse when you are with your crews?
As clues you choose with some booze?

Those dues dropped in globs of twos.
Words tighten with verbal screws.
Some boos for those that snooze,
Hurt can stick as most of our glues!

It's damaging don't light that fuse!
Pain grows as it sits, festers & brews.
Some silence is always good news!
Those colored words then fade to hues!