Farrel (Ryan Herlihy) | I’m Not Witty Anymore

My lips no longer flow with superfluous idioms.

There is no clever spouting of resolving quips.

No playful jaunting,

no complex queries,

thrust back in a verbal duel.

.

How could a poet be at a loss for words?

Have I lost my talent for vernacular?

Has  my tongue become dried and shriveled

like Medusa’s snakes?

.

Or has the banter of daily life lost its zest?

Have I been drained of the enthusiasm for social propriety?

I can only conclude that the issue is mute.

I do not care.

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