They Want More (Unedited)

Poems and poems and poems galore

So many poems and still they want more

My fingers are sore from typing too much

My English is shoddy; my rhyming’s my crutch

My chair is my hutch; a screen’s all I see

I’m fluidly pushing on key after key

Oh to be rhyming for food on my plate

With impatient readers that hardly can wait

Lately it feels like I’ve already passed

Now I’m in heaven and having a blast

As fast as I’m typing the fingers still snap

I’m shipping my poems all over the map

There’s no time for napping with people to please

My life may be fun but it’s never a breeze

If it were easy I wouldn’t have grown

I wouldn’t have witnessed the things I’ve been shown

I’ll reap what I’ve sown and that’s good for me

Each day I ask God, “Please help set me free.”

I need Him to be there. I need Him a ton.

Without the Good Lord my rhyming is done

No one could tell me these poems are mine

Though I’m the one typing out line after line

In the fine print that you’ll never read

It says Kenny’s typing but God gave the lead

I’ve heeded His calls as well as I can

Yet still I’m just molding myself as a man

Other than that, I’m here for you

And so I’ll keep rhyming until I get through

I’ll do what I do and write what I write

Hoping to get someone smiling tonight