Poetic Justice
No matter how it looks or sounds,
whatever comes, I write it down.
See, as a child, now this is true,
my mother and I, we made a truce.
The things I’d want to say or groan,
I’d sit and write, or turn to poems.
So poems I’d write, and what a feet,
cause by rhyming words, I’d make me think–
if most our words were wrote, then said,
how fun a rhyming world we’d get.
But people laugh, I know they do,
“ that boy’s insane, he has no clue!
All things he says, he writes”.
But then they wonder, well, is he right?
So to space them out, I keep on trekking,
and like this poem, I keep them guessing.
No matter how it looks or sounds,
whatever comes, I write it down.
Written: 2008
