My Foot is in My Mouth

by Debbie Piziali

If I can see my foot and watch it closely, can I finally keep it out of my mouth?

At times, I'd like to give my opinion before thinking it through, but it usually ends up with a foot inside my mouth.

I should have seen it well in advance, but I'm always fully surprised.

I'd like to think I'm smart and stand upon that pedestal. And there's that foot of mine up in my mouth again.

I like to think of my foot as freshly cleaned and smelling sweet. By the time my nose detects a pungent odor and my eyes see that grime, it's too late. It's in my mouth again.

I always see that foot in someone else's mouth, but never in my very own.

God help me see my feet and keep them where they belong.