Word Bug

When I was a kid I was bit by a bug

stronger than my mother's hugs

stronger than the best of steel

more filling than any meal

Twas the bug of words that took my blood

and the bug of words that I thank

Even though this poem may be rank

it is my words alone

even though this poem may cause you to cringe

it is my words that make it

and so I go weaving and growing

and eventually i'll braid it

the best yarn of all

and soon have a ball

of my own words to knit you

so kudos to you, young lads and fools

who know the word bug bit you


Long story short. I write because I can not write. Not writing is like not drawing. Both are like breathing for me, an itch in the blood.

The End

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