Here we go again
grabbing the pad and
pen
Think you got somethin’
to say
Well let’s get it done today
You got words in there
Trying to make air
Some that will dare
Of others’, beware
Alphabet soup within
the brain kettle
Bobbing, connecting
surging to settle
The choices to make
Which ones to take
To use or abuse
Not to confuse
Sometimes it’s over
when I run out of lines
Or thinking it’s over
when I find no more
rhymes
Yes, for certain
it happens at times
Making a thought fit
within the confines
Of tempo and echo
of sounding alike
Try not to gripe
unless that’s the purpose
Of the words on the surface
Must we be chic
Putting meaning
underneath
or between what it seems