Queen of Languages

Rock!
 We hung from a thread just to prove poetry undead
 We rendered ourselves perfectly suitable to public consumption
 Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
 Confused the catechism with your chores
 My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
 We swung from a string just to prove poetry unreadable
 We rendered ourselves perfectly suited to public consumption
 Once again you've mistaken the minerals for cures
 Confused the catechism with your chores
 My aim is only true when I'm hanging the true
 A lesson to us all
 Louise will not be faltering
 She craves a cul-de-sac to look back upon and so do we
 If I appear oblivious it's only 'cause I'm blessed
 With the foresight to know that I knew you had been had
 Before you were through being had
 Go easy on me, queen of languages, please