Incommunicado

“Backwards words say to used I. Again go I there ,shit oh.”

– George Carlin

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If God whispered in my ear

The translation would be lost

Between my mind and my mouth

Forcing her to repeat herself

 

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As an observer here is what I see

I have a befuddled way to speak

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Therefore any notion of clarity

Is obviously an absolute rarity

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The questioning switch is turned on

Deciphering what to say may be wrong

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Even to the most simplest of things

Hesitation verbal gesticulation it brings

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If I see something that appears to be blue

Will ask myself first if this could be true

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Something so plain why does it matter

Yet it puts my brain in to a scatter

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Close to a primary color to be sure

My perception tells me it’s azure

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Before I speak, to myself I inquire

Maybe it is more of a sapphire

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Clogs the filter that is the dilemma

At least I don’t have verbal diarrhea

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If you think that is unimaginable

Guess what happens with an intangible

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Such as a feeling or an emotion

That causes a cranial commotion

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To hell with that damn old cliche

Say what you mean and mean what you say

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As the words get mangled along the way

For sure too the meaning goes astray

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‘Bout the only way think I can be clear

Is if I take the time to write it here

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That too makes me exasperated

Thinking too much I have extrapolated

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Oh shit. There I go again. I used to say words backwards.