It's like shooting off a friggen gun
Once I get started there's no stopping
I'm off on a popgostick and hopping
Gets to be way too much
Ideas cluttering my mind and such
End up only thinking about rhymes
Insane the way it takes up my time
Turning out about five a day
Is it supposed to be this way?
Will I ever end up in a rut?
Not be able to make a new cut?
If the ideas cease to flow
I think I would explode
I wouldn't be able to vent my feelings
It's the only way I have of dealing
I'm pretty sure I'd go insane
If not, I'd definitely raise cane
We don't need to see that
Let's hope ideas keep coming like mad
Writing is one thing that calms me down
It makes a smile out of every frown
I'm glad it's one of my skills
It makes me happy when nothing else will