The Cheerless Cheek
I Enjoy Words
I enjoy words
not imagery
the drumbeat
implied from the arrangement of these words
pumps the energy into my soul
If I wanted to paint a picture
well then, wouldn't I?
what holds me back from a brush?
what hands me the pen in lieu?
lacking talent in all mediums
I have no pride in form
But I enjoy words
not scenery
the smooth flow
arising from the joining of these words
soothes the agitation in my bones
If I wanted to tell you a story
well then, wouldn't I?
what prevents me from constructing plots?
what makes the pattern of a verse preferred?
possessing no claim to originality
I create nothing but for my own sake
I enjoy words
not making political points
not innovation in style
not showing off my vocabulary
no, it's the rocking forth
with a jarring inconsistency in the choice of these words
that has me pleased to the gut
not imagery
the drumbeat
implied from the arrangement of these words
pumps the energy into my soul
If I wanted to paint a picture
well then, wouldn't I?
what holds me back from a brush?
what hands me the pen in lieu?
lacking talent in all mediums
I have no pride in form
But I enjoy words
not scenery
the smooth flow
arising from the joining of these words
soothes the agitation in my bones
If I wanted to tell you a story
well then, wouldn't I?
what prevents me from constructing plots?
what makes the pattern of a verse preferred?
possessing no claim to originality
I create nothing but for my own sake
I enjoy words
not making political points
not innovation in style
not showing off my vocabulary
no, it's the rocking forth
with a jarring inconsistency in the choice of these words
that has me pleased to the gut
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