Mouth Poem, by Valiantstar , at My poetic side

I am not sure what's wrong with my mouth...

It goes off like a water spout.

It's okay if the cock stays closed,

But if opened, shoots like a hose...

I can confuse myself with the ideas it displays,

And cringe that the volume has wash them away...

So for me,

I try poetry.

Whatever that may be?

Hopefully brief!

The words not poor.

In it, can explore,

Unspeakable treasures,

And give ears some relief.

Mouth