The line into a foul mouth

Who is underneath
you walked toward me
do you know yourself
rattling off the odd sort of insult

behind you something trails
A part of you almost left behind
Not obvious perhaps a forgotten toy
that grew into its own beast following you

controling your mouth
a soul usurped
by a part of you obscured
forgotten to the world

a ghost in the wake of all activity
with its own eyes heart and mind
we forget ourselves sometimes
is that what you did

You might have been possessed 
by some unknown part of yourself
something that came out of the woodwork
bathed in envy and old fashioned ideas

ticks and tocks in us
clockwise life
it did a number on you
many years of disappointment

written on the bill
in handwriting of footsteps
quips and uncertain lives lived
long periods of confusion

anguish loves the weak
or the weak pretending to be strong
to throw it on another
like a troll excreating