To be funny…or for the money?
I type…as my words and thoughts I try to hype
I just don’t know…I guess I do it to show
Laying on my bed…pillow under my head
The words just start flowing…from where I am not knowing
Like water out of a spout…they pour out
Out of the brain…they drain…and hit the page like rain
At the drop of a shoe…or out of the blue
I never really know…when the words are going to flow
From my mind, they unwind
With word meanings intertwined
From the grey matter…onto the page they splatter
Why not! I’ll give it a shot.
I have nothing to lose…so this is the choice I choose