Stream of consciousness,
I write it as it comes
To my mind
Hope, my rhymes are complex
Enough to be worth your time.
Hope I build an index, a map
Of my brain, in my thoughts,
So you can expect what comes
Next,
And I can quit. You'll know
the lines, you'll know the
next thing on my mind –
except you can't. I don't
even know what comes
next, I'm just in for
the ride. How many of
these bars are my own? How
many many have I ripped from
someone else's show? And
how many come from
somewhere else entirely?