A lyrically challenged man
Easily falls from grace
His irritable ******* up face
Sets him back into his place.

One two and three
When the beat goes to four
Writes but doesn't speak
The synapses being sore.
Types but doesn't see
Obvious blatant cure.

This thing you do
You will see
Is no dried out chore
No academic,
Epidemic
Seething
Breeding
Horde.
If you look
A little closer
You might even see
The delights and wonders
That words create
For each
And you
And me!

But hold on
Never mind
All your love is gone
Through learned men
And lesser men
You have lost your lord
Without a love
For these words
You can now forget
to ever be stood
In front of a crowd
Without the stutter being stirred.


The man teaches us a singular thing

Write and don't believe
You'll be stutter ridden
Write for what you seek
Then you'll be forgiven

A lyrically challenged man
Forgot his own way
It never went to plan
His rhymes in decay.