Loosing My Wits

I Have Often Wondered Before I Blundered  
 
Am I A Cunning Linguist Or Just A Psycho Linguist ?
 
Do I Just Have Cloven Hoof And Mouth Disease
 
Causing Me To Have To Appease Without Cease ?
 
O Please , I Shall Get On My Knees , Let Me Be Released !
 
Well Not Reality , It Is Not A Great Fatality , It Is Only Word Deep ,
 
And If I Shake My Spears , Do Not Fear , I Am Only Giving Head With My Skull ,  
 
Asking Tongue Twisting Questions And Wittingly Drowning Myself In Words ;
 
To Be Or Not To Bespeak , A Brain Not Weak , Carried By Well Bred Bones ,
 
Shall One Day , Before The Death Of This Play , Write It's Own Epitome !
 
Some Have An Axe To Grind , I Pick My Acts , Clouding Sheets Of Paper
 
With Script On The Way To A Crypt Of My Making , Before I Throw Up
 
My Skull Into A Pool Of Mental Vomit , Clowning With The Best Of Them ,
 
The Rest Of Them Trapped In A Box Of Oratio , Losing Their Wits !
 
Not To Be A Boring In My Imagination , I Use Infinite Jest...