I am what I am
Such is said often enough
Sometimes a ham
I blow and act tough
If you read my works
and you simply say sheesh
Don't fret for shadow lurks
I keep my weird on a leash
It is only when chaos and poetry combine
That I go slightly just a little out of my mind
I feel the beast a bursting and tugging away
Curiosity can best me what does it want today
I open the door and it lunges ahead
What new piece of sanity is now dead
The beast in the poetry the chaos in my mind
I never know where I'll journey and what I'll find
Tasting the freedom the beast howls deep
As I peer into my mind I feel uncertainty creep
Am I sane or am I divine
Should I to normalcy confine
The dance of the poet and the accepted rules
Look I askance with a fear of these odd tools
A beast of the free and a taste of the past
When I utter a word its too late, the die is cast
It often begins with but a word or a phrase
The beast is unleashed with word hell to raise
It bubbles and bursts and slams through the doors
It cares not about your, mine , or societal mores
For just as there are strange names for food like quiche
You should rest soundly for I am The Weird on the Leash
