i wish i cou;ld type
use spell cjheck
but what the heck
what the hell
who could tell

i wish i could type
wish i could write
prose...those long poems
everyon knows
but is just scribble
dribble
across the screen
across the page
said it befor
i ain't know sage

what i say i mean
i mean what i say
don't take me that long
to fill up a page
even if it's wrong

if what i say
takes more than a word or 2
i didn't say it right
i didn't write it
for u, but for me
can't ya' see
what i have to say
i say it my way
i pray for me
that's how it be


what i said
didn't mean what ya' read

wax poetic
rexroth & burns
robert frost
& some nasmes i can't spell
hell
it's like willie & waylon
tychovosky..or whoever hell he be
can't ya' see
there's was a rythmn...mine tis the rhyme

i say what i say
i mean what i mean
i never hide
in words so lean or lengthy
verse..helll to me that is the curse

ringing or ryhme
don't cost a dime
i'm just a texan
dancin'
in 3/4 time