They ask if I’m a poet
I say, are you a nut?
The world may be full of poets
I am anything but… I write when my mood is right
I blog when I want to do
I ramble off and on
And pen my thoughts so true The world is a spinning ball
The universe, my field
My words do a cosmic dance
To no pressure do they yield They jump, they skip, they slide
They tumble left and right
They scream, they play, they cry
And once or twice, they fight
