Words are tricky propositions—unreliable at best—
Prone to sticky situations like an uninvited guest.
A habitual entanglement, not easily untied;
Takes one Hell of an attempt but only Heaven knows we tried.
Just as silence often goes to those who break it once they buy it—
Fairly cheap to speak their minds but pretty steep to keep them quiet.
And if answers are the culprits when the question fits the crime,
It's the dialogue that kills us, one expression at a time.