home today, gone tomorrow…

another sick day I took,

just to let myself get a look,

at what my schedule is & start to write a book,

of my poetry, my short stories and how I cook…

no really, should I put all this junk in a book,

or should I just keep it for myself, my progeny,

if I ever deem it necessary to make some,

because I have no idea as to how to even start,

a book of my poetry would be the way to impart,

to the world in general, how it feels to be me,

how it is to be me, yes, and how it feels to be smart…

okay, so I am herein showing my big head, yes I agree,

not the one in my pants, but you don’t need to know that,

my big head, my belief that I am better than I am,

you know with a big head, one needs to know his size,

as if he doesn’t he won’t be able to get the right hat, extra fat…

okay, herein I would rather write, yes I use the same words sometimes thrice,

but to write is more fun, than to print a book,

so many lawyers, editors & like that have to get their look,

and I know they have to also get their share, they have to took…

that last line was not too good, was it, but I have poetic license,

as a poet, I can make words up, well to a small degree,

and I can use words where they should not really be,

so here I say, if I was to write a book, would it be bought,

would it be sold,

would it be printed,

I really hope that it would just go gold…!

                                                                        (ed)