A Muse, Not Amused

SOFTLY THE VOICE COMES FROM WITHIN SPEAKING THROUGH ME TO MY PEN ONTO THIS PAPER LAID DOWN BEFORE ME THE WORDS COME FASTER, MORE READILY AS I GET INTO THE RHYTHM AND RHYME I OFTEN WISH I HAD THIS EASY A TIME SPEAKING SOME PEOPLE HAVE A WAY WITH WORDS,IT SEEMS I ONLY SPEAK FREELY AND ELEQUENTLY IN DREAMS IN A GROUP MY VOICE OFTEN STUMBLES AND FALLS WHAT WAS MEANINGFUL A MOMENT AGO SHUDDERS AND STALLS TRY STILL I DO, AND AGAIN TO EXPRESS THOUGH SELDOM DO MY WORDS SATISFY ME, I CONFESS SPEAKING THAT MUST BE WHY PUBLIC FIGURES WRITE SPEACHES THE RIGHT WORDS ELUDE EVEN THE LONGEST REACHES SO I FEEL THE POINT IS HEREBY MADE I WILL STOP BEFORE MY VOICE STARTS TO FADE AND I MUST SIT HERE AND LISTEN TO LAUGHTER THIS IS WHY I WANT A CIGERETTE SO SOON AFTER SPEAKING none of this is nesessarily true, i claim poetic liscence, and am a creative writer, so if you think you think? think again, or that you know what i meant? guess what! can you imagine shakespears chagrin? they think i said WHAT???????????? or meant WHAT????????????? cretins need not read, or apply. kindly go to grammarschool and social graces school, and learn to interact with your betters. disconsolently, Shakespeare, and ! meant what(!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) why do i bother?