Write about seasons,
write about weather.
Write while the trees die and scramble together.
Write for your father,
unless he's dead,
then just rewrite his eulogy and go back to bed.

Write for the right reason,
write for your rights.
Right about now, hell, you may as well, right?
Write for the sunset,
the sunrise as well,
Write for the tides without stories to tell.

Write about silence -
you can even sing.
I can't guarantee how many checks it will bring.
Write about poverty,
write about winter,
when the heat is still on and the mail's still delivered.

Write about suffering,
write so you suffer.
Write about whatever height pulls you under.
Then comes the thunder,
or lightning, I'm sure.
Write about how this **** world was once pure.

Bleed on the page,
write about art,
how the shame in this life might just pull you apart.
But you're right, I agree,
so you may as well write,
or eat your damn keyboard and just be polite.

I love the rant quality this has. You kept the flow, which kept interest.
Enjoyed

VERY COOL MAN!!! And your RIGHT to WRITE!!,,and its one of our freedoms, left.

as always....enjoyed!