Semi-Daily Scribbles

Let me hear that reedy tremble bounce off the sediment
All the good stuff gets lodged in the cracks
Keep it cool for future regurgitation
Heavy rotation
Too much trickery leaves a gaping hole for the next generation
That nervous tick will deny you the title of:
Soul Of The Year
Paltry achievements
Hang from the walls of my den
Trite amusements
Squirt from the tip of my pen
How many more ways can I phrase it?
It's all in the human touch.