I’ve stuttered the insane
And muttered the profane
And uttered words without a clue
That caused another pain
I’ve sputtered in the mire
And shuttered up desire
And buttered bread for people who
Would rather I retire
I've cluttered my own mind
And fluttered for a dime
And puttered (quite distracted) through
My time in search of rhyme.
Are You Reading Me?
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