I always feel much better when I write.
But rarely know just what I’ll write about.
This poem could go anywhere. It might.
I sort of send my soul out first to scout.

That’s some alliteration, Ben. Good grief.
Yes, but doesn’t it soothe the savage soul?
You could have sent a warning shot at least!
I would, but see, I’ve never had control.

Nay that would be my soul, who hath the reins.
I try to control less and less by day.
I’d rather not have to expend my brain.
It always seems to turn out well that way.

This poem might be written in my name
But that doesn’t mean I wrote it for the fame.