A wide range of ideas flowing like the nile,
About time I wrote a poem,
Shit its been awhile.
Here I am sitting at home,
Running my hand through my hair,
Like where's my comb?
I'm rhyming my poem straight from my dome,
Thinking is there any good ideas living in that home.
An empty mind is for weak,
My mind isn't scared to speak,
Looking in my fridge like " what do I have to eat?"
My mouth is very humble,
My stomach loves to grumble,
Did the Giants really just fumble.
I can't let this mind go to waste,
Its like a naval base,
Too complex for C.I.A to try and trace.
Now what should I do,
Finish up with school,
Graduate finally would be something to do.
At the end of the day,
I'll still be a writer,
Putting out poems like a damn firefighter.
A wide range of ideas flowing like the nile,
About time I wrote a poem,
Shit its been awhile.