Dyslexic:

A word hunter
Born on the wild side
Of language
The spoken tongue
Not Suffering from the lack of that
On the prowl for words
One’s my dyslexic mind is happy with
Expressing myself left to word salads
A trick of the trade
Defection the name of the game
The English language
Above and Beyond me
Grammatically
The pictures pictured
Crying out to be verbalised
My pineal gland locked and loaded
No longer able to retain them
Years lost to doubt
And a lack of self-confidence
Understanding hung out to dry
Undiagnosed and left to get by
Wordplay a past master
A black belt maybe
Bamboozling
Ow you’re just lazy fuck
I’ve told you a million times
You’re just a monkey brain
For heaven’s sake concentrate
Frustrated frustrations frustrating me
A visual car crash in my mind
Words just flying around
Incoherently
Like a whiskey glass hitting the kitchen floor
I sift through the debris once again
Piecing together thoughts like a jigsaw
Thoughts without a picture frame
A disconnect between the Brain and the pen
Scatter-brained and lost to good intentions
How the fuck to get out of my fucking head
Drunk on confusion
A chaotic mind ensues
Faces with no names
Yet I know you
All right fella, Hi Babe
How rude
Say my name, say my name
The protagonist in my own story
I’m not cheating
I’m just made this way
Dyslexic

©the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your sacred clown”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a ©the Dyslexic Poet™
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