Everyday I crank up my machine,
my word maybe dirty
or it maybe clean.
It maybe negative,
or it might be positive.
It may say something,
or it might not say nothing.

It's my prerogative what I write,
then again it could be guided.
Controlled by unknown forces,
other overwhelming voices.
It could be under God's name,
or munipulated by the devil's flame.

I do have a concern,
I don't want my soul to burn.
My heart is good,
it basically controls my mood.
To be honest,
forget being modest,

I might write any ham thing,
read at your own risk!
If you see some
 life dealing topic,
it maybe my word,
big or microscopic.
Don't click in,
I might be doing word sin.

I have no shame,
very little fear to name.
Writing is a game to me,
like playing hide and go see.
I write for exciting,
makes my life more uniting.
Poeming lets me tell a whole story,
in a few word category.

I'm not into perfection,
nor others work correction.
Don't look for me to correct,
I will try to love connect.
I will try to get along,
so as not to drop a big bong.

I hate to insult,
fool around mean
it maybe the result.
I'm off the hook,
but I'm no ham crook.
I don't drink,
alcohol affects the clear think.
I don't do drugs,
neither do I mash bugs.

But I will crush fools,
try to baptise them in love pools.
I hate acting like a fool,
but I'm human,
I do get the drool.

I don't have the big head.
I don't think this,
and I don't think that,
I just swing my word bat.
I don't look for balls,
only word calls.

Word calls me a lot,
it either comes out
cold or hot.

I wish I could say,
"I write to be writing,"
But I write because,
this is the end of the line
for me.
The buck starts,
and 
stops here.
The fun started here,
will die here.

G