Paper You

I

Feel like a fool for you.
these words that trip
and trip...
and make no sense.
(repeat)
(repeat)
who and whom and when and where?
Oh the subject
always must agree.
clarify.
my.
the words I can never say.
change the subject and turn and red.
circle the line, and then
terminate.
(repeat)
(repeat)

Mark up.
delete.
(repeat)

II

My paragraph makes no sense,
my line is fragmented.
My source is questioned,
and alone with crumbled pride.

Why ask?
Why wonder?
Why bother?
I am rent.
I am torn.

My meaning is lost, and confused.
Silent I'll stay
but hope.

The words will come one day.
The words will have meaning
and I will keep at work
but I will no longer
be a fool for you.
clarity
will come.