May I have a word ?

If words were threads
I could clasp them shut
Wrap them in a box
Place them in a dungeon
Of a down town alley
Where no one could salvage
Let alone find them
Nursing a tender for them
Was a trifle chance now
When they aren’t even loyal
To stifle in delicacies
Of prime situations.
If words were a sting
I would sugarcoat
Dip them in a fudge
Make them pleasant
Let them gnarl attention
For not revoking outrage
Cajole them for not
Succumbing into temptation
To snarl or scoff back.