From my heart to my hat
They say you cant rush art.
Whoever said that was wrong.
I rushed this, so much for that.
I’m pumping these words straight from my hat to my heart with no real aim for literacy.
Then again,
this is my attestation.
And if it doesn’t make sense,
I must be faking.
They say if it not ought to be then it not ought to be.
If you tell me what not to do,
who not to love.
Where not to be.
Then I’ll be there shaking the sugar tree.
Proving wrong whoever said it’s the wrong day to say such mental mockery.
No one ever told me how to live anyway.
Tell me what not to do so I can go to it.
Just because you can’t,
don’t mean I can’t go do it.
I do what I want,
don’t you know?
I want to better my life.
I need to be in control.
Because the brain in my head is not just for show.
I use it to see differently.
Definitely felicitous.
I’m being totally vicious with the words being used here.
This is where an open mind come’s in absolute use Dear.