Scanning the lines looking inside
Trying to see what makes him tick
****** to whit, satire to rhyme
Diversity hides what's inside
Is it tender or blunt, cutting or lust
What drives him to pick up a pen
What does he see that others miss
How do the words take shape?
A mind alive with a million thoughts
Each fighting to make the cut
He simply writes what he feels
To him simply enough