Poetry As Therapy Poem by richard (sean) scarbrough (james)

I write when I am sad or whan I am just plain mad.
I write when I have the blues or hear from Aunt Sue.
I guess I write when I have something to say,
So my feelings won't get in the way.

I can yell and scream, cuss or just plain spit,
but this is the whole and the gist of it.
I write to get things off my chest and to relax,
I don't send them to any one, even in a fax.

I keep some just for me, that noone will ever see.
those are my special ones, they set me free.
They free me from the anger, hate or just the blues.
I can write about the man who hasn; t got a clue.

He cut's you off and then it's your fault, GET A LIFE,
I can even tell you how much I Love My Wife.
When I'm blue, sad, or just plain downright boiling mad
I can write it down and not feel quite so bad.

Here's the lesson for today and everyday,
when mad or sad don't run away.
write it down put it on paper or computer,
Don't let someone else make you a pooter.