Creativity is the mother of invention,
I know, they had it already mentioned.
But if I ask you what really is it? Will you answer?
No problem, my words will help you, just go faster.
So, let me show you how it’s done,
Let’s start to have some real fun.
“oh my god! Not again, how long it’s gonna be? ”
How long, I don’t know, but soothing, it’s my POV.
Creativity has it’s versions, which one you wanna hear?
Let me guess, only that one, which you’ll be able to bear.
For me are the words, closed in my closet,
With a quality, on paper, same as the vomit.
The first lesson I learned,
Is, you only got the words you earned.
“Don’t forget the accent, you’ve to get it right”
As if pronunciation was the problem, why they had a fight.
“For being able to write,
You need to get a sight.”
Not for me, if you only got a mind,
There’ll always be something, you’ll find to write.
My words do rhyme, but it’s not that I’m picky,
It’s just that, this shit I’m dealing with, is a bit tricky.
Tricky are the words, but the thoughts are simple,
Perhaps that’s why you’ll read and fumble.
To the ones who are new, and don’t have a clue,
You don’t have to think, out of the blue.
Stick to usuality, ‘coz they got their casualty,
Try n be predictable, that’s how you’ll be acceptable.
I could’ve been vocal, I had that choice,
But for people, I stopped, it would’ve been bitter than the noise.
Noise or voice, it’s always a choice,
A choice you get, when you play with the words, as you play with toys.
Don’t be vulgar, or else you’ll be the misfit,
‘coz then every mouth will chant, “stop it! you’re ruining it”
Last but not the least, and the best lesson,
Don’t bound your thoughts, you’re not in a prison.
Enough of talks, now get over with the school,
It’s me signing of, yours faithfully,
The sarcastic fool.