Words Don't Come Easy

The mouth opens a slight inhale and the vocal cords quiver in anticipation everything is ready for the sophisticated well thought witty sentence The words wait anxiously at the doorstep of the mind they flex their muscles jump up and down who's going to be the first? The horn blows and off they go trying to rush through the door they push and shove each other in an effort to be the lucky one From behind the left neuron cluster a different set of ideas glides in with parachutes ramming themselves on the necks of others A fist fight some bruises prides dented Out of nowhere a ninja group of ”but what if”s and the crowd is momentarily frozen then a cacophony of ”me first” ”let me through” ”but this is important!” And with a strained exhale a sentence ”Umm... Ahh... I... Potato?”