Boiling in oil and roasting my nuts
shuts out
the shout.
At times I need to relax in those
panic attacks
it makes me,
who I am.

I am the indigestion of man,
the hiccup that won't shut up.
The attitude that chews me spews out only to abuse me.
I call it the shout.

That's why I need to get out or need to get in
to stop or begin,finish or start,it's
all
in the heart of me
or in the oil that roasts the nuts,the if's and buts
but that's what
shuts it up.