Milking words for what they're worth,
Dreaming of giving birth to a poem that brings the sounds of every vowel alive
Crushing the constantans into a constant stream of broken beats that take a dive
Into the subconscious ether where the rhymes come forth freely
And alliteration allows another angry dream to pass
into an aesthetic pool of words that forms upon the page.

No changes, no deleting, no repeating, not a feat
Because the words just keep on coming,
Never thinking
Never drumming on the table
Never roll another ciggy
Cause I'm able
Cause the words just keep on coming
And the battle cry is drumming
And I'm feeling like I'm winning
Cause I'm fine with all my sinning.
And I'm reviewing what I see
And I'm liking what I hear
So I just keep on my writing
Cause I'm seeing what is lying in the place when I stop trying
When I allow myself to be
In a mind that's truly free
And not free cause I'm not oppressed
But just free cause I'm not dreaming
Cause I'm sure the only real oppression
Is oppression of the self