The Inner Voice/Monologue

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In the beginning was the word
And that was enough
But the word sort of grew
Into all sorts of stuff

It was fine at the start
When the word was innate
Like a warning call
Or a signal to mate

Then it got complicated
With pronouns and verbs
And grammar and syntax
Just made it worse

And the word became king
The thing in itself
And every word
On the library shelf

Became so important
We began to belive
That somehow the word
Could never deceive

The word said I think
So therefore I am
That old philosophical
Cartesian scam