My previous 2nd shift factory job really messed with my head, but with it came my gift.
my brain got tweaked something crazy insane
since I left my thought process ain't the same
but... that's not a bad thing!
I now find my words, rhythms and rhymes
in an entirely different way
I've written one poem about this already
specifically how I find the right words to say
but, I could never have one too many... right?
my circuits got fried like a bad virus was inside
however my programming was changed
the way I can now write, be it poems,
or short stories of experience and hard times
It's worth my nights' sleep
maybe never being the same again
although the thought might
have crossed my mind
all in all, I'm doin' just fine...
I wouldn't trade this gift for the world