I like to write my poetry With words that seem to fit I check my rhymes count syllables And all that format shit Sometimes the rhyme's a little off Or the cadence misses step But then I like it anyway And the line it will be kept Sometimes I just will go off Not caring how it sounds The message more important Than staying within bounds Don't need to sound like Dylan With abstract image flow Cinderella she seemed so easy Down on Desolation Row I kinda like ole Percy French One poem I hold quite dear About that Count Ivan Skivar And Abdul Abulbul Ameer Or Robert Burns that Scotsman Taking Satan on to task I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie But someone had to ask Know that there's a thousand more I've heard as time's gone by I took a bit from every one 'Twas added to the pie Some are filled with happiness Some filled with plangency I've taken them from my life And told the tale of me Don't know if this has taught you Just who the hell I am But it really doesn't matter Cause I don't give a damn