Unless You Disagree

So it's been decided
By the voices in my head
Well keep this comp on going
Until tomorrow night at ten
So keep on your writing
Try something strange, I implore
Or else you'll be hearing me
Knock on your door
I said not to limit
By style or class
God knows you eat
All the time in the bath
You can eat under darkness
You can dink till you die
*though if this should happen
The one who told you? Not I*
Go get your wit on
I crave the attention
And write till you're sore
Until you get a good cry on
I'm hungry, I say
And serve up those words
Eating them up
I so do look forward
The reason I write this
Well you all see
Today was so slow
At least 'twas for me