The Words Poem by Bonnie B Long

The words will run around in my head
Needing more words to be fed
Sleep eludes until written down
Getting back up sure makes me frown

Why do poems come at awkward times?
So many words, so many rhymes
Words coming out all in a fury
If I killed them would I need a jury?

Never when I can write them down
Does that stop them no they go to town
In the truck as I drive and out when I smoke,
In my bed half asleep and in the tub when I soak

Do I really want to kill my words?
That is crazy and for the birds
So I have to wait and write them down
When my words just go to town