Mouthin Off

My job is to devulge the feelings of the time
Through my incondescent rhymes
And fiery metaphors
I open up
Young mind doors
To the quiet tongue fo there inner souls
I say what the normal man wouldn't
What most people couldn't
I'm the tongue of the mute
Ear of the death
Sight of the blind
I'm the young word genuis
Trapped in a poetic mind.

by Jay Horne