Stirred

My unobtrusive utterings
go utterly unheard
the mushy mealy mutterings
of an inmate that's interred

within a pauper's prison
of his own unique design
where every bad decision
is just another worthless line.

I'm a poet-on-the-go
with my trusty mobile phone
but when reception's low
I'm a lyricist alone

I've digitized my diary
and keep it in my cell
the parts of me that I set free
from the cage in which I dwell.