Yeah, I wrote that! I know that it must be Divine
So then maybe God wrote it expressly through me.
Are we one and the same? I’m not one to blaspheme
But it does seem when I’m writing, I’m in a dream
About swimming unfettered and most gracefully
In a sea of verboseness that I can call mine.
It could be I’m a channeler of the Great Force
Who directs all behavior throughout space and time.
I may be somewhat psychic in that sort of way.
Well at home in God’s toolbox, I’ve good words to say.
So, my job is to translate and make the words rhyme.
God makes use of my job skill. I’m thankful, of course.
Between waking and sleeping, as my day unfolds
I’m compelled by the spirit to take down some notes.
I’m supplied with the substance. I mess with its look.
I could get all excited and go write a book.
That may lead to disgust from ass kissing for votes.
Sometimes acts unbecoming is what life beholds.