My Poems

There's three or four poems I'm working on At any given time It's hard not to let that happen With a head that's filled with rhyme The hardest part about it Is keeping the words straight I know if I were to mix them up It would be a huge mistake Don't want a line of death and destruction Next to a simple I love you Or a phrase that talks of the best of times Followed by we're all screwed Keeping all these poems straight And in an even flow Is a whole lot harder Than you will ever know Anyone with a lick of sense Would work on one poem at a time Creating piece by piece Writing line by grueling line But me in my insanity Would go out of my mind If I worked on only one idea And left the rest to wait outside So I bring all of my thoughts And toss them in a pile I pick and choose which ones to let loose In hopes the end result isn't to insanely wild