It bleeds regret

I used to wonder about the purpose of my tongue.

Because in this form there is no need for me to eat.

so it often

so it often becomes a tool

so it often becomes a tool a whip I use

so it often becomes a tool a whip I use to brandish those

so it often becomes a tool a whip I use to brandish those I take for fools.

But nothing bleeds from it

except for the bitter taste

of a soury regret.