I SWEAR

I swear that I don’t lie
When I claim to rhyme
Through ALL the
Sands of time.

The choice I’m forced to choose
Is to at least speak
In HALF-truths,
So I’ll share a secret with you:

I write and scribe and write,
Write and then re-scribe,
Re-write and then transcribe,

Paragraph and Paraphrase,
Reword, restate, and rephrase
The ever-many words I say
Then commence to scribe
And write EVERY THING
That you could ever imagine
Or possibly believe;
So PLEASE be deceived!

When I tell you that I write,
Scribe and then re-write
Every day and night.

I guess it’s the curse of
Vocalized Schizophrenia?
Wouldn’t you rather be in
LIBYA? or SYRIA?
Than read my many ramblings
And verbal undammings?

I certainly would! And that’s a
Truth I don’t have to lie
To Tell You
Or sell you
Because you know it,
Writers and poets!