and now i will unwind
applying that which comes to mind
tonight we have a snowstorm
in my room not to warm
i have on a grey woolin sweater
with this i feel a little better
my feet are a bit cold
anyway more tales be told
words come to me who is free
my jug of water i drink with no shoulds
and so my laughter comes from the woulds
and wills the thrills of myself
what is this i have on my shelf
in a manner of speaking
its the words that be leaking
on a table i have some beans
and i think it be with means
there are no ends for all my fine friends
in my writing theres no fighting
just plain sheer lighting