I won't ever get used to this A blank spot Temptations Do resist The other shoe will drop Just an aftershock Nice hat; you look like a referee Nice watch; but why are you timing me? Its spring has come unwound I was not out of bounds This is not out I drew that line When I was handed free time Bells clang I guess it's a holiday Did that rhyme? Shit! I'm a poet now So give me stuff for free And if I do somehow Into the soft whites Of beautiful lies Stare down Stare I don't apologize I've never been the kind To close an open mind So leave behind all that extra free time