Russell G. Robison

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My verbs are getting vicious
My nouns have lost their spunk
My adjectives are pouting
And my vowels are in a funk

I know they’re laughing at me
As so often I still seek
To make some sense out of them
And a way to make them speak

A constant source of chaos
Every time I try to start
Still looking for a way to say
What lives inside my heart