UNTRAINED MIND

Mine is just to pen down nonsense stories To ease societal worries Such that the rest will be for the experts To peruse, analyse and assert The wrongs from the right In what l stop over to write After all, my mind is not thereto trained But that inward impulsion can't be explained As the words gushes out and flood with ink Splashing on warped paper as if l don't think Making the lines staggering like a drunk in his stupor Walking with the legs heavier than he could bear them off the floor (c) Munemume Ebitimi Arthur (Untrained Pen -070421)