Speak with two legs

Poem of thought

If i speak
With
It
It will fall
It will fail.
I speak
The
Enquiry of a madman
Choose or
Be forgotten
Is what the
Ancients said
In a verse.
So up
On the hill
Ive fallen out of
Place
Mind is
Screaming
At the
Last
Vine.
Break
But i am no where
To be found
Funny.
I am the devil
Right now. Biatch.