“MANDATORY METALLICA”

Hard to believe,

But this writer does really seem,

To greatly enjoy the metal sound,

Of Metallica, as far as I for now, deem.

Some head-banging music every now and then,

Can jiggle the brain enough to allow,

More new poems to fall out, but rather slow,

So bear with me as I try to get myself into the flow,

If I were to use the music,

To get myself into the flow,

I may, in fact, get into the blood flow, out of my ears,

As it’s deafening, cranking that heavy metal, in here.

Hey, I found some Morrison,

Jim Morrison was so high all the time,

I like that about him most,

I wonder why?

And he did rhyme,

As he was a great revolutionary poet,

In his own right…

But am off the subject,

That’s what happens when one gets high,

I guess I should let out a large sigh,

    Here,…siiiiiggggghhhhh!

But, to be honest I get my best ideas for writes,

While buzzing to Morrison or Metal, both make me feel just right,

Okay, damn, it’s getting, oh damn, I mean time to go, geez it’s bright…

                             *PEACE, ED*