To be funny…or for the money?

I type…as my words and thoughts I try to hype

I just don’t know…I guess I do it for show

Laying on my bed…pillow under my head

The words just start flowing…from where I am not knowing

Like water out of a spout…they pour out

Out of the brain…they drain…and hit the page like rain

At the drop of a shoe…or out of the blue

I never really know…when the words are going to flow

From my mind they unwind

With word meanings intertwined

From the gray matter…onto the page they splatter

Why not! I’ll give it a shot.

I have nothing to lose…so this is the choice I choose