Verse be dancing in my head,
seems it'll be this way until I'm dead.
I'm going to poem until I die,
me and Lord knows why.
Poeming is my baby rattle,
just like a cowboy and his cattle.

I'm out on the poetic range,
I might verse anything
normal or strange.
My pen is my six shooter,
AD is my motor scooter.
Life is my playground,
but it tries to be a blood hound.

Every where I go it sniffs me out,
knows exactly what I'm about.
Life will take you on a trip,
if you don't think fast in a zip.
Even when we zip,
lifes brings out the big whip.

Life forced me into poeming,
now it got me word storming.
I was strong enough not
to be an acoholic,
too weak to resist
being a poemaholic.
Lifes gonna gitcha,
as long as you're in it's picture.

Say cheese!

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