I put the pen to the paper and push it around
To see what kind of words will fall down
Dropping out from my brain and onto the paper
Sometimes they come quick and sometimes they taper
Off just a little and then they will flow
When I surrender and let my mind go
Wherever it wants to all kinds of places
When I’m feeling the muse and in its good graces
The fountain of words it bubbles and spouts
Sometime it whispers and sometime it shouts
And fills up the paper until there’s no room
And the paper is bulging until it goes boom
Spilling words on the ground all over the floor
But that doesn’t matter I always find more
Until when I don’t sometimes it ain’t easy
Then I’ll go make a sandwich – one that is cheesy
Which usually works to coax out more words
Some that are gems and some that are turds
The pen I keep pushing ‘til it runs out of ink
Then finish with crayons I keep under the sink
I never worry that I’ll run out of ideas
Cause then I’ll write nonsense and snack on some chias
There a nice little snack when you’re on the go
Or when you’re trying to get back in the flow
And push your brain forward when it wants to stop
Which is better than grunting ‘til your blood vessels pop
1/7/2017 - John B Murphy III - All Rights Reserved
