Die for fun,
not hardly for none.
If I could have it,
and not die for it,
that'd be my choice,
go for the gusto,
sometime you might have to go.

Fun is in my heart and soul,
like a sunrise about to unfold.
I love to laugh and smile,
act like a child awhile,
put me in a clown suit,
jollies to boot,
I'd joy the entire universe,
even in jolly verse.

Choices of attitudes,
decisions of moods,
lifes operating modes.
Give me the joy,
never try to kill my little boy.
He'll go down dying,
strongly defying,

Writing is fun to me,
so understand these words you see.
No human could run me away from AD.
My lost of joy was my choice,
leaving was my choice,
I love doing this so much,
at times it becomes a jolly crutch.

It interfers with writing my second book,
robbing my time like the crook.
Time spent here,
could be more time spent there,
but I'll take care,
both will be done,
no need for me to run.

Sure I was smeared,
smears don't bother this man,
but getting involved in foolishness can.
I allowed myself to get involved,
so it was my choice to make a resolve.
Leave AD,
foolishness free.

Can't go,
this I now know.
Live to write,
write to live.
Something will give,
the book will be done,
so will my writing fun.

That's it.

G