I happen to remember a writer
One that didn't hide from creativity
And that scribbled his chicken scratch
Whether it was shame or glory.

I happen to remember a writer
One that dribbled with a ball point pen
On the court of composition
And his unique game was his story.

I happen to remember a writer
One that was afraid to speak
So he wrote his thoughts on pages
And it didn't matter if it would flow.

I happen to remember a writer*
One that shared his voice
With the world and helped others-
I wonder where he decided to go?

Writers can be so snotty sometimes
They think they're so clever with their rhymes
They employ obscure words
the way  armies deploy a specialized force
pedantic, pretentious, affected  on some insufferable plagiarized  course

Their wit a mired ploy to be perceived  as bright
not so much to share knowledge
but to be the one that's right
vaingloriousness cripples the honesty in script
and another puzzled reader
reads between the lines of a message adrift

people twist things to their advantage
skew the facts to fit the page
shrug it off as a necessity of the modern age
most do it, few will notice
if they do they'll say it's a mistake
deadlines howl, time grates like a rake
truth is incidental when words are fake

another American madman goes berserk with a gun on a spree
perfect timing  for the rollout of Grand Theft Auto 3
Don't worry little directors of death and mayhem
You've no culpability in the land of the free
causality is just some unprovable notion
you're safe and sound from any legal motion
exculpatory  mitigation is your right as an 'artist'  
'till the sorry day you eat the gun
the eventual price  you'll pay for your  sick wicked fun