(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
In tune with the music
A mosaic of thoughts runs through my spirit
I hear it
Each and every one
I've tried to capture them
But,
They are too swift
And I say again,
Only if . . .
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
I sing a tune
Maybe one day soon
The world will hear
And they will share in my magic
Off and on
I've tried
But completeness eludes
Non-competitiveness exudes from my pores
I'm implored to just be a poet
Not a slam,
Cham-pion
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
I could pen a poem so great
If only the words could wait
Until I exit the shower
See,
Paper doesn't take too kindly to the droplets
As wet as it gets
I can't help but forget the words
After I dry off
~Cough~
And the towel doesn't accept the ink
I think,
Think . . .
Think . . .
I blink and stare into the air
Nothing is ever there
So I can't right the wrongs of,
The Great American Tragedy
So I just write . . .
A word or three
For me
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
The pellets drop
One by one
Two by two
What more can I do!
Magic is found in the words of a poet
And don't I know it
We breathe the breath of death
Then replenish the soul
Uh oh,
The water is turning cold
I've been in here too long
Are those the words of a song?
Damn brain keeps
Working
Tick, tock
The clock keeps turning
And my lust for creativity is churning
Like spit in the pit of the belly
~Don't swallow on an empty stomach~
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
I wish I were plagued
No, not by Bubonic
Nor addiction to "the Chronic"
I want IT
The IT that makes everybody intone,
"He's the shit!"
You know,
That, jack your mind up so bad,
Make you laugh,
Open up your third-eye,
Jive
Words that flow so effortlessly
And effervescently that you see,
I must be,
The One
But I,
Can only muster,
Poems that,
Make me go,
Ick!
Ain't that some shit?
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
To me in the form of
Words
And words
And more words
If only I could get them to flow just right
And just so,
Then they'd know
Yeah,
They would be all over me,
The sponsors
And the corporations
Deep pockets just salivating on themselves
Clamoring to get a shot at me
Me,
Hawking national products left and right
All because I'm so tight on the microphone
Truly at home,
Upon a stage
Right now, spoken word and poetry are all the rage
Can you picture me,
Whoring myself for the green
Filling my pockets with those little pimp type things!
Completely and totally selling out,
To the man
And
"The winner is . . ."
"For Best Damn Poem Ever Written . . ."
Oops,
I dropped the soap
Keep forgettin' . . .
That I'm just in the shower
(hm, hm, hm)
As the water hums
Drums a little drum
My rhythm
Comes
In the shower
For more than an hour
And I still haven't written that masterful poem
Nor a song
Cause you know I'm a lyricist right?
Uh huh,
I can write with the best of them
Fo sho'
"What's that?"
"You want to buy one of my songs?"
"Hell yeah, they're for sell!"
Picture that,
"Platinum sells baby!"
Pen don't betray me now
"Ow, Ow, OW!"
I think I've got second degree burns
"I can't believe my wife flushed the toilet"
Hm, hm, hm
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