I hate not being able to say what I want, to
get my mesage across, be heard.

I used to think having a mouth was great,
but now my teeth get in the way,
my tongue sticks like a toffee, but sour,
and I can't get the words out
without choking.

Just have to keep it there,
decomposing, oozing poor literature,
verbal idiosynchrasies and
made up words.

I haven't the guts to spit it out
so I leave it to rot, and
take up my pen;

there are no mid-tones of voice
when I talk in black and white.