Scraps of paper laying around my room…

Smile, though I haven’t written in a while
Now, I realize I should only get up to get down
Frown? Why? You don’t like that sound?
I’ve found it is the only real beat in this town
Pow! Is that your jaw on the ground?
Wow! He’s both a penman and a clown.
Ta-dow, I’m done, you win, now take your bow
Holy cow! You’ve only just met evil Cecil, now he’s out
C-style will return when there’s something to write about




















You didn’t break my heart, you just ripped it apart
So I turn to art that smart place to start
Avoiding the mart, certainly not ready to add a new tart to my cart
Cupid’s walking around with an arrow not a dart
And I can’t get struck, because damn it hurts to fall hard…