Utterances of Another

Vicious, viral, and vile yes,
But don't you dare say I didn't warn you.
The drippings are your mirrors too.

Your motto states clearly that you are
Immaculate today.
Each push of your breath, though, carries the soil
Just like mine.

Harsh, spreading, and horrid.
Ok.
That's what it is when you look at me,
But what about the reflections?

I am not the greatest.
I speak but lightly at times.
The tongue whips it's candy and sin
And it is the leak into the thought.

Naughty teeth grate with the bilious verb.
Every burble is a burp of pique or maybe
A chortle of life's little times with blasts of fun.
But I choose the stage.
Although I slip from my own course,
I know at least it is still clean up time.

If only utterances of another
Were banished from my carpeting.
The frame quakes with dread
And confidence must compensate where
Arrogance was fraught with fame.

A muttering broke the electric chatter.
The batter struck and cracked the idea for the better.

From out of the mouth drift (supposedly) hopes and strings of wordy lookers.
But there are some things that are best kept in
The corridors.