Would you just look
At the mess you’re making here?
Every word that comes out of your mouth,
Hits the floor, breaks into shards
Each with a different destination in mind;
None eventually hitting the mark.
You hop, skip, jump,
Make sloppy little pirouettes,
Spin around me like a moon with a wonky orbit;
Comfortably apart one second,
Millimeters away from colliding the next.
Yet, I know you pose no harm.
If you truly knew how to conduct
This bizarre symphony of yours,
I’d be concerned.
But trial and error
Can make a chimp
Look like a genius sometimes.