What

I can't find the alphabet
But I wont ask for help.
I have lost the numbers
But I'll add them up write.

If you pass a pen to my left
Our faces facing in,
You think sentence would be clearer?
Or my guesses any nearer?

If you ask me to write a story,
And my pencils not held right,
I start at the beginning
But ramble on all night,

Would you ask me to speak loud?
In a voice accurate and fluent,
Standing taller, speaking slower,
Pronouncing what with a sound,
Two hums down from a phlegm cough,
Off a werewolf's howl,
(In propped consonants,
Composed of two short vowels).

Why can't I stand a little bit taller?
Write a little bit straighter?
Find the sums in the letters?
Add the syntax of preferred orders &;#8230;

Don't you think I can hear the speed?
The spreading, the confusion?

The life that falls from my pen,
When I mind, my mind,
What's going wrong, into the possibility,
Of failure, in your joy, of my disorder.