Squench!

The sound of my gut

going through vacuum

My blood pumping organ panics

What was that awful tune?!

Words pour into my mind

I have to get it right

Should I or shouldn't I?

All this thinking makes my head feel light

This is the moment 

I've prepared my mouth for

But I'm not handsome,

dark, or tall!

Plus it seems that my mind 

just decoupled from my body

Cause no matter how loudly I screamed

Only I could hear me

'Squench!' 

There it goes again

The want to say something stinks!

And damn well it stings

And boils over like hot water

And the heart again beats harder

Well if you really want to leave

Go on then leave my body

Before you break a rib

I'm never going to say anything

And risk sounding stupid!