Say it, not spray it

My cousin spits lots of saliva when he talks.

If you're near him, you'll slip on the floor when you walk.

If he's standing on dirt, he turns it to mud.

If he talks too long, he causes a flood.

People are getting tired of being covered with spit.

I'll kick his ass if he doesn't learn to say it, not spray it.

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This is a fictional poem

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