Frankie say Relax

Hold it in, like medicine…

Bite the bullet, and make the best of things.

Should I swallow my words,

I’ll do no more than grin.

Taking it on the chin.

Regardless of the fact I might be bitter within.

Because fussing bout Robitussin has a childish ring.

When someone’s asks if I can keep a secret. It makes me cringe.

I ain’t no stool pigeon.

Or Canary that sings.

Swallowing one’s pride.

Though wise. Still stings.

But saving your best for last.

Just might be the best medicine.