dear body

My rhyme aint good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they aint friends, so far,
My words don't travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go no where,
They go right back inside,
Right past my bgrain and eyes,
Into my stomach juice
Where thyey don't serve much use,
And I absorb back in
The words right through my skin,
They sit there festering in my bowels.