With a Song - Inktober 2018 day 25

With a Song 

I’ve spilled words everywhere 

I’ll mop them up

With another song. 

They’re all over the place,

Scattering on stage and page,

And I’ll admit that I’ve gone wrong.

I see derision in your double chins,

And I won’t listen.

I can see the jerked-back neck,

The way you’ve taken double.

I can feel sweat glisten,

But I soldier on,

Mopping words up with a song.

I will paint you a life,

One anecdote at a time.

A picture of stories told in rhyme.

I will spill my words upon you,

And I will get this wrong,

But I will write for you regardless,

And mop it all up with a song.