Poem -

In My Head

 In My Head

Come on you all you
ain't making this any better

no I’m not talking to
you I’m talking to the wetter

A don’t mind me I can
get a little Trippe

I'm not talking to you
I'm talking to the hippie

Ya I know other have
said

there’s not just me
that lives in my head

there are plenty of
others who come and go

and you never know who
mite show

the scotch man the
Irish man that guy from India

Was it the east cost
the west cost

or dose he feel like to
kin ta ya

you know my wife , she
once asked me

how many people live in
that tiny little head

and you know. I don’t
remember just I said

What was that ? who do
you want to see ?

I’m not sure if hes
around

we ll have to wait
and see

Ya they come and go
just as they please

Trading room's along
with the key's

I'm glad their here my
closes friends

Always beside me to the
bitter end

They help me make
dissensions both good and bad

But their the only real
friends I ever had

Their is a few who are
not so nice

But sometimes in life
you need that spice

This Is who I am inside
and out

And their all a part of
me there is no dough

we all have our clicks
deep within our minds

So give it some thought
at least one time

You'll see You
have you’re s

Rick Rhythm Williams

        3/31/14

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