Form and feeling, style and sound,
you can't keep a good man down.
In and out and round about,
Trying to let the demons out.
Flood the paper, fill the page,
Categorize an entire age.
Find the purpose, find the source,
Find the temptress astride her horse.
Shield your mother, shield your dad,
Shield yourself from a drugged-up fad.
Where do we come from, where do we go?
When do we go for it, how will we know?
Save the planet, save your world,
But run for your life when the problems unfurl.
Pray for the innocent, Pray for their life,
Then smile maniacally and imprison their wife.
Don't be a bad boy, always be good,
And hold the gun straight like I told you, you should.
Break from the style and rhythm and verse,
Don't do what you were told.
Write in prose, write in free-form or just write cause you can,
And mix it all up so you're always surprising.
Don't run in straight lines, run in zig-zags or circles.
Make your stomach do cartweels and free the butterflies.
But most of all be true to yourself and no-one else.
-Please Vote and Comment, I'd love to know what you thought - James
