I can’t say nothing to you
no matter how I try.
I’m stuck without a tongue
that couldn’t catch a fly.
What is it that leaves me here
without a voice at all
when all I wish to do tonight
is cry to you a call?

I’m struggling. I’m suffering.
Can’t you hear me fail?
I’m hoping to get next to you
as a sensitivous male
but you don’t see or smell a thing
– or you ignore it well.
If you’re aware of my intents
I certainly couldn’t tell.

Would that I had words
or will or a bit of wit.
Something that could give a sense
our different parts could fit.
As it is, I’m left a shaking shiv’ring mess
found here in a corner in the worst case of distress.
Left alone, unable to get anywhere next to you,
the only thing on God’s black earth that’s left I want to do.