Twatitis...AKA Verbal Constipation
My tongues
in a mess, and I really can’t talk
It’s taking
all of my brain power, just to remember to walk
I can’t
hear what you’re saying, it’s all just a ramble
And I so
respond, with the words I just gamble
I hope for
the best and that I’m not a total tool
But I know
for a fact, that I sound like a fool
I hear as
you laugh, the mirth in your voice
As I run
from the room, it’s not even a choice
I can’t
even breathe, all I can hear is the thunder
As the
blood through my brain, is running asunder
If only the
ground would swallow me whole
But I doubt
even that, would offer me console
Warrior Princess
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