Listen.

I leave it untitled just to make the kids smile,
they say I haven't written much in a while,
Well now the words are flowing like the Nile,
Call it word vomit or just straight bile.

I have bullets of ideas so bite the bullet,
Swallow it, then cool it.
Commit to it.

They said I was no poet,
I decided to forfeit.
These spooners weren't ready to fork-it.
Came back, said fork it.

Run for shelter, you were wrong
and I'm dropping bombs.
So say your alms.
The end is near...

For you anyways.
I'm just getting started.