The trying course,
Discourse relenting,
Powers force reactions venting,
Hours' worth of pent perception,
Devour worth and end ascension,

Now is heard in muffled mentions,
A bow absurd in times like these,
Ignoring words and vows and deeds,
Crouched between three unmet needs,

Foul is the feigned and ******,
Vowels groaned, thrown and ******,
Through a throat wound tight in lust,
Hoping for a pleasure plush,

Comma, comma, colon,
Pause between two swollen jaws
Deceived by laws believed
To right the wrongs
Mischieved by willful spirits' songs,

While all along,
The gong awaited's
Never beaten by a soul,
So left in throes a child's hated
Fate is coping with the throngs,

Every second's stretched to cover,
Fields of fresh and fertile ground,
So as not to utter sound,
To disallow another's doubt,

And put stop to my stutter.