Not Me, No Way!

Never in a million years did I think That I would have nothing I would want to say For speaking - for me- seems to cause a stink I speak faster then I think, my words find - ways - To sneak past my parting lips and s p e w on out Despite my intent to keep them locked away The words, Oh! They wreak havoc! ...And cause such doubt! Faltering me once more and cuasing me grief And I end up having to dig myself out But for now my words, they choose not to flow free Never did I think this would happen to me!