A Mouthful of Wasps

I tried to hold them in,
but they stung my mouth.
So, out they go,
atrociously swarming; hunting new prey.
When they do find one,
they show no mercy, blinding them with venomous slang.
The poor victims open their mouths to protest or gasp
which the vile insects take as an invitation –
And they are overwhelmed themselves with the infectious anger; the slanderous tongue.
By the end of the day,
Everyone has a Mouthful of Wasps.