A Poem Is Served Poem by Slim Jay

I'll fold my sleeves
And clench my pen
And staple my butt on my chair
I'll scratch my hair,
I'll allow the midnight oil burn
And do as my heart pleases

My spirit is calling
The soul is yearning
The mind is reeling
But the body is weak

I try to speak
The words ain't falling
My eyes are turning
And the tongue is bleak

To write a line
And call it mine
May take an hour or maybe less
To find a friend
Who's so so nice
Is a gift beyond compare

Rest assured, i'll give my best
To meet the quest and pass the test
The journey is long, the path is narrow
If Knowledge speaks, wisdom should follow