I'm Play-doughing my own micro-idiolect here... a risky thing.
Easy to pooh-pooh, if you're a poo-poo-er.
Plenty to find fault. Few to enjoy. Fewer to understand. That's the risk. Fewest to care a whit.
I/you have to struggle with/against the incoherent, incomprehensible sing-song.
If it's going to mean anything, in this world of poor mutes.
But nobody plays the guitar like me.