What I see
And hear in this world
Often doesn’t
Add up
I tend to
Interpret things on a off keel

Rapid fire
The words just come
Out of
A cannon

My words
Splash on a page
Like graffiti on
A wall
Interpret it how you may

I’m not a scholar
Far from
Book smart
I learned more in the trenches
The school of
Hard knocks

We each create
In our own
Way who am I
To judge

I’m going to continue
To write
The way I see fit
What makes me comfortable
Might not
Be for everyone else

But that’s fine
You don’t have to pay attention
Most of you are strangers
To each his own
Be you I’ll be me