You can’t tell me when to write,
or how my words should take flight.
What gives you that right,
don’t worry I won’t yell or fight,
I will always stay polite.
And just so we are clear,
my words are like fruit,
there always ripe.
You can’t tell me when to write,
or how my words should take flight.
What gives you that right,
don’t worry I won’t yell or fight,
I will always stay polite.
And just so we are clear,
my words are like fruit,
there always ripe.
My words are always ripe. My hands are in the air and my fingers are snapping.