I can’t keep up to talk to just one,

So everyone I don’t talk to, that’s none,

Maybe its just my sore throat,

Its really getting to me and my goat…

Also I cannot keep on any level,

I look at the glass that is as well beveled,

As per usual I’ve no idea what I speak,

Better though my voice come out my mouth between my facial cheeks…

So I ramble, I speak in tongues, I rant and I do rave,

But of someone intelligent to speak to I do crave,

Lost am I in a jumble of unintelligible garble,

Nothing can I do with that word except marble,

Instead let me, since I know not what I say, just go and in my throat, gargle…J

© ed J 3/1/07