Just Put Me On Probation

There Was A Turn I Missed When I Walked Into Your Maze
 
I Was Muse Kissed  , So I Know It Left Me Inspiration Fazed
 
Right Turn , Left Turn , Return , Out Of Turn , Nocturne Sojourn  
 
When I Spoke The Worm Turned Then All Was Was A Slow Burn
 
In The Middle Of Our Night It Was A Neural Mural Street Fight
 
Graffiti Written On Our Walls Spray Painted With Spit Neon Bright
 
I Did Not Mean To Misspeak Critique Or Tweak Your Unique Mystique
 
Doublespeak Is Not My Technique , So To Speak , Nor To Speak Oblique
 
And Now There Are Words Crashing In The Dark , With Their Sparks
 
Keying The Surface And Leaving Their Marks , Tongue Twist Embarks
 
Pain Remains After Verbal Attack Alienation Damnation Creation
 
If You Must In Your Frustration And Negation Just Put Me On Probation