Puke on a Page

You may think I'm a writer
but really im a fool
the universe writes poetry
and I am just a tool
Everything's a rough draft
no need to be refined
the meaning changed and rearranged
is lost between the lines
I want, I need, to let it out
it builds up through the day
to keep my demons satisfied
I let them out to play
They piss and vomit everywhere
I put it on the page
I can't exactly let them roam
or keep them in a cage
When I display the mess they make
some people call it art
I might not have complete control
but it's atleast a start
Sometimes the verse that they excrete
is really quite profound
but most of what I end up with
makes me look like a clown
so don't mistake these words you see
for some prophetic truth
'cuz I'm completely full 'o shit
'an I jus made sum proof