I killed a man last Tuesday.
I stabbed him in the heart
My words flew swiftly through the air
And stuck him like a dart
I don’t know which ones did the job
Because I spoke so many
All I know, from the results
Is he remembered plenty
Was it when I told the truth?
Or when I told him lies?
When I told what I thought of him?
Or when I told him why?
I couldn’t tell you, to be frank
Nor do I think I should
It wouldn’t be as fun to do
If anybody could
It takes a certain kind of heart
Or lack thereof, indeed
To kill a man with just your tongue
Is not an easy deed
It takes a smile, it takes some work
To instill in him some hope
And then you wean him slowly till
Without you he can’t cope
And then, when you’re all that he’s got
You take it all away
It might not be a quick method
But it’s the safest way
And then, when what is done is done
And you’ve finished your haranguing
Keep up your feet, and wait a while
Rest assured that he’ll be hanging
Done in by his own free will
But your own hand did guide
His own in which the knife was held
And which he plunged inside