my writing style
is akin to a purge
or biblical flood
within a minute, I write a mile
driven by this surge
it’s true, some of it is crud
still, I grow my pile
unwilling to control the urge
coated in poetic mud
I take a break once in a while
then new thoughts emerge
which I shoot at like Elmer Fudd
jotting quickly, with a slight smile
never meaning to splurge
sometimes landing with a thud
but still I write as this is my style
viewed mostly as a scourge
like a rotten old spud