It’s that itch in your throat And the scratching in your brain The feeling of an idea that has no escape It stays behind your lips And sticks to the roof of your mouth Decays between your teeth And starts fires under your tongue It burns your taste buds And won’t take no for an answer But it will never see the light of day Because no one will ever listen.
you have to step into poet mode an inkling of deepest depth crosses in front of your eyes and a first line is born and you are born with it gushing along when the waters first broke splashing around until you regain your mind ticking along in everyday mode wearing wellington boots and a cape the super hero ready for anything