You must choose the voice that’s in your head
who else will decipher the things that are read?
That dream not cultivated because it wasn’t fed
the pain not said your regret on the deathbed.
These hoots and howls the heckles of hucksters
we hem and haw before dealing with a disruptor
Mew the moans mumbling murmurs falling mute
a life you chose bitter now cold you can’t dispute