i've buried more shining friends than you can believe
and buried so many psychiatrists that you can't conceive
i've been to seedy places most people wouldn't dare to enter
and of the people who try to censor me you are in the dead center

i write what i see, hear and with clarity know
yet and still you want to turn rain into snow
well i'll always be snow no matter what you may say
and for no one or reason shall i alter my way

my poems are warnings to parents they need to heed
so they can recognize when Johnny has a habit to feed
but there you are trying to stifle what they need to hear
and i deem you doing that totally unfair

i do take criticism but first i'd like to read you
because something tells me you write about a sky so blue
you probably scribe words about warriors so brave
while i tell people how to save themselves from an early grave

well at this particular time that's all i have to state
that and i wish your irrational reviews of me would abate
because i don't give a damn if you kick me or sock me
but then you have the unmitigated nerve to block me
yours in rebellion, relaxation, and reflexes that reflect
my attitude toward critics like you
~free cee!~