Maybe Tomorrow

Maybe tomorrow my ink won’t be sticky A verse will take shape as it flows I’ll see what I’ve written and won’t be too picky From now on it’s anything goes Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about sorrow Keep ‘funny’ for some other day My pen will find ideas to sneakily borrow No copyright shall bar its way Maybe tomorrow my pen will advise me By writing two letters: ‘A.I.’ My scruples tell me I could never agree So, maybe I’ll pass that one by Maybe tomorrow my pen shall not wander Alas it shall write not at all Integrity isn’t a value to squander A man and his pen must stand tall Maybe tomorrow I’ll find inspiration My pen shall be truly enthralled I’ll write a whole poem, to my consternation Lest my pen should be quite appalled Maybe tomorrow my pen will run loose With notions, some free and some weird Maybe my pen will shrug off all abuse And write silly stuff less afeared Maybe tomorrow I’ll have an idea That my pen can pick up and run with About an aardvark that went into IKEA I’m a poet… so live and let live!