well I am so right when I write |
and I write when I am wronged |
this is just my purpose to being |
the day light is heavenly bright |
even though there's darkness at night |
yet my writing points to the light for seeing |
giving in to all of my wit |
there is where I show every bit |
of my loving poetry |
breaking all of them rules |
I learned back at school |
I write all right you can see |
for I am showing truth |
as it so behooves |
the unenlightened to agree |
there in the dark of the mind |
sittin' beastly on it's behind |
that is so unlike that is me |