wrung into silence

[fledgist]

 if asked what happened and there's no reply

that can be safely given that is true

do not evade the words that stick like glue

on your mouth's roof and just refuse to fly

where you most want them there's a reason why

your tongue's not obedient why you might rue

that former ease of discourse when askew

the complex facts make it so hard to lie

not now nor ever will the monster wait

to let you finish but will swiftly pounce

upon your weakest utterance and yell

that here's false coin pretending noble state

worth less than nothing for each tawdry ounce

you hear this all as clear as the noon bell