The Feeling's Mutual

She thought she knew me
based on crooks in my back
but I beg your pardon madam
I’ve always been this hardened and
I think I at least warrant
a second look.
From one song bird to another
I’m bridging lungs together and
maybe even humming,
but not likely.
I’ll hold my one tongue, two tongue,
three tongue, four,
but anything more and
it might merit discourse.
To be safe I’ll stop at three.
I can’t help but laugh every time
she thinks she knows me.