They say I’m crazy,
To think they are lazy,
Their thoughts are lousy,
Dark, they are cloudy,

The voice is so loud,
Like coming from the crowd,
With my poetry they say they are proud,

To write I made a vow,
They say why should I take a bow?
And suck a cow,
while my writings are so wow,

I say my hand got tired,
Chancers got retired,
To poetry they got fired,
My mind got wired,
Wise like a wizard,
No wonder the voices are weird,

They want me to write,
To write is no crime,

Then the voices will be light,
Like a moon the future will be bright,
Then the curse will be set alight.