Artists we are, that’s quite true ,

Our writings stick to us like glue,

They are a power for me & you,

Though I know no reason,

I’ve not got even one proverbial clue…

I write to make people laugh,

At me or with me they are brothers half,

I write with much rhyme, but no reason,

Some may think that to be for turds,

The true writer being that of the nerd,

No rhyme, nor reason, thoughts only for the birds…

Writing for writings sake,

That’s not writing in anyway fake,

Still seems to me that I can eat and have my cake,

For writing has its own power, no one can that take,

Writing for me starts at the back of my head,

As well my soul does mimic the of-writing ache…

© ed ? 12/28/08