Because we're still alive.
Because we still write even though we've lost our minds.
Because we still breath, still struggle, and try.

All the while,
we smile the same way at both virtue and crime.
(Because we're wired to think in rhyme.)
Because we've got such short lives to live,
and need creative ways to bide our time.

Because we're insane,
but don't want to die in vain.
Because we want (just once) for someone to understand what we're saying.

We each sculpt custom-made trophies for the weekly readings,
then award them to the ones we admire most openly.
Because we keep no secrets.
We're against privacy.
We're against conformity, contentment, and sleep
(because we always lose count of all those sheep).
Because we've got all this fur and such jagged teeth.

Because we're interested in exploring what's underneath.
Why do you think the way that you think?
I think it's because of this,
don't you disagree?
Ha, that's a laugh.
Now let's have a drink.

Because we celebrate victories and failures the same.
Because we elevate sorrow along with anger and pain.
There's something to be said of all these fireworks in our brain,
so let's give it a good effort in trying to explain.

You can join too, if you'd like.
It's really quite easy.
You've just got to write,
and every now and then,
recite.