There is little to know
I am all that I present
No secrets, no snares
No scandals hidden beneath the bed

Open and flowing are the pages of my life
Written full of words loud and proud
Seductive, strong, sorrowful all spewing
Crowding pages with clattering verbs

So it shall be left to you to read the words
Should you choose
Write I shall continue to do for
The reader who will welcome words of of mine