Check your mouth
Not in silence
But to realize
That in silence
You cannot control
The muscles
Which you made mute
You won’t speak
Or make absolute
What’s on your mind
So resolute
But defied
By your essence
So you lied
You won’t mutter
An internal truth
Making you an utter
Age of eternal
Stutter
As long as grammar
Deep in you does creep
T. M. Shorewick 