| 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 |



