Sometimes words don’t work,
And aren’t worth dirt.
But I’ll try anyways,
And be amazed at the words
I just vent with intense invention.
That I phrase so crisply
You couldn’t have missed me
Nor my words, that breech your
Ears and mouth alike,
Forcing you to swallow,
Til your stomachs full
And my head is hollow.
And the seed planted in you
Makes you realize
Each of these ties
For which we live and die
Mean nothing without the worth;
Of words.