I

Sometimes  i sit to sip

I think of  sewing a mouth  zip,

But i never seam to learn,

All this blows my  concern,

When  i unzip,

I  unleash my agitations,

All out of  my chip,

I build a confrontation, 

For I feel  like puking,

When facts are distort

 A small phrase,

Lightens fumes in me,

When its skin its wrongly peeled, 

My world is not an accident  of words,