Writing

A Poem by Mr. Bird

It's natural, like tomatoes

Writing should be natural, like tomatoes
You don't prep the seeds
Unless you're into serious tomato s**t
And who wants to be that guy

No, writing is all sprouts
It comes out of the ground quickly
You must write it down quickly
Or it welts and is lost forever

Writing isn't hard
And who gives a f**k if people like it
You don't say "Hello"
And then ask if that came out alright

Tomatoes can be sliced and diced
They can be pounded into a paste
Or pressed into a juice
But they're still tomatoes

Your brain has it's limits
And most people need to notice
Not everyone can speak
Only by repetition and conditioning

This s**t doesn't rhyme
But it doesn't have to
I'm not forcing anything out
It's all natural

Don't rhyme love with dove
What are you, stupid?
You probably are
Or maybe you're smart

It means not to me the difference of brains
As long as the tramsitions inside rearrange
To take into account, you're in over your head
It's something you'll learn the day that you're dead

That last "stanza" (if said correctly) rhymed
What's a stanza?
You don't need to know
'Cause i don't write s**t tipping up on my toes

I do it to release whatever is there
Some stuff sends a signal to stand on your hair
It rhymed? Yeah so what, it's not a big deal
I could rhyme word for word til my body sat still

But we don't get chances
Nor do we get breaks
So fancy up whatever the f***s on your plate

And do it with zest
Better yet, with a twist
'Cause all you'll receive is a smirk and a fist

And neither are good and neither are bad
But it's funny with all of the comments i've had
I'm barely trying and it's not to sound cocky
But i stuff all of my pride into all your stockings

So come Christmas morning
You see only me
Unwrapping uncarefully placed words up under the tree

And you all will say "Blah blah me and tree"
"I could see that coming from two miles or three"
But maybe you didn't and that's when it's sad

It's time to pack up and realize that you're bad
I try to retort, i swear i do try
But all those around me have fake tears in their eyes

They're forcing out words
It's merely a shame
They'll say what they can, sell there souls for some fame

But f**k all the hype, i'd rather die broke
If it meant never a false word did i spoke
And yes by classical English grammatics it's false
But who the hell will mosey over her and tell me i'm wrong

'Cause freedom of speech screams "F**K YOU I'M RIGHT"
I could say what i what throughout day and through night
And i could choose to do what i want, choosing when to rhyme
I can make it make sense, time after instance

Woah what the f**k?
He blew my mind there
He should've said time
I thought...man i swear

This guy's unpredictable
Or i'm predictably plain
Or maybe i've got less connections up in my brain

'Cause this all makes sense
Only if you follow
If not then you've got one big f*****g pill left to swallow

And all those who realize have stopped reading half'through
But if you're still reading i'm speaking to you
Make room for the minds who think outside the box
'Cause your killing the heart of writing, leaving it clogged

You're nothing special
While some of us are
I'm not cocky i'm confident
Like a dinosaur rawr

Onomatopoeias
Damn i had to look that word up
Maybe i'm not so special cause my spellings all fucked

Or maybe i am 'cause i included that in
I need to start over
Where the f**k is the end
It's now

There i psyched you
I can't just drop there
And over look every grammatical lesson my teachers have shared

But maybe i can