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?
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