Wait One More For The Masses...

I am not a lyrical rhyme master

Or a master of kick ass poems

But when my mind begins to move faster

On the keyboard my lonely finger roams

It creates emotions in a unique form

They create a colorful splendor of words

They move through my mind like a worm

Until they are plucked up by hungry birds

These birds are known as rhythmic writing

And it is the way my soul can only speak

I can't stop them for in me they keep biting

And if I hold it in, in my body havoc they wreak

I cannot stop writing for it won't stop

It is an addiction that cannot curb

It is like a girl who loves to shop

It is my ever changing blurb

In my mind it is a revolution

As I keep writing the poems will bend

I call it wordtastic evolution

And hopefully it never sees an end

So Nick has yet written another terrible poem

But what can I say writing makes me feel at home.