i wrote a poem
full of low blows and
stone throws

hits below the belt
in the name of help like
I'm the hero

but I'm not the hero here
when i stoop to that level
i spoke in their tongue
with a song sung
to slight the devil

I'm sorry
i apologize
that's not the guy I'd like to be

i got carried away some
by the momentum of
sought inspiration freed

my creativity has no patience sometimes
i just go with the flow and
follow the first phrase that rhymes

i find myself obsessing over
ways to intertwine them
I'd take a taser to the spine
if it meant I'd find that next line

here i go again
letting go of it
cuz it just keeps flowing in
like the spigot handle broke off
jeez man,
am i just a show off?