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!
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