When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice in your eye.

And of course they made a new language. 

To keep secrets is hard enough

In a slippery, familiar tongue

And impossible, when some

Require restraint as briskly from 

the holder.

But to not breathe is to die, so these

Are rather rattled out through wire,

in code, 

In jumbled lingo, a mess

In flowers adorning clumsy confession

And he says darlin',

Everyone is a liar.