I cannot stifle
I cannot stop
I cannot ever
Get Writers block

The words they come
And come
And come
Until this poem
Is rather long

They flow from my heart
And down my arm
And eventually
Through my pen

My writings are simple
And classy and sweet
Some funny
Some creepy
Some rather discreet


I pour out my life
My heart and my soul
My lies
And my rhymes
Flow so natural

It’s rather funny
If you think about it
Words take months for
A child to say
Writing takes to much longer
But comes oh, so easily

No dam can prevent
This easy going
Yet fast flowing stream
That flows through my pen