There's three or four poems I'm working on
At any given time
It's hard not to let that happen
With a head that's filled with rhyme

The hardest part about it
Is keeping the words straight
I know if I were to mix them up
It would be a huge mistake

Don't want a line of death and destruction
Next to a simple I love you
Or a phrase that talks of the best of times
Followed by we're all *******

Keeping all these poems straight
And in an even flow
Is a whole lot harder
Than you will ever know

Anyone with a lick of sense
Would work on one poem at a time
Creating piece by piece
Writing line by grueling line

But me in my insanity
Would go out of my mind
If I worked on only one idea
And left the rest to wait outside

So I bring all of my thoughts
And toss them in a pile
I pick and choose which ones to let loose
In hopes the end result isn't to insanely wild