Never thought you needed form,

To make words Tell or say,

I myself am the rhyming sort,

Twos and Fours all day,

Go about what you know,

Make your words speak clear,

Or write a little cryptic thought,

And bury it with fear,

Dosnt matter how you say it,

Dosnt matter how its read,

As long as when you look back,

Its something that you like you've said,