I Am a Writer
When the census comes again
I’ll reflect before I pen
The slot for occupation.
What occupies my mind
And helps me to unwind
Is writing, my avocation.
I'm occupied with truth
And a way to use "forsooth"
To make my point attractive.
I'm occupied with love,
To write the meaning of,
To make it interactive.
I'm occupied with fair,
To spread it everywhere
With words that call for justice.
I'm occupied with right,
To preclude the use of might
To forcefully adjust us.
I'm occupied with words
And frequently with birds
To give wings to my meanings.
I'm occupied with a way
To find exact words to say
That voice my philosophical leanings.
To write my occupation,
To cut out obfuscation
To answer clear and tight,
I'll simply write "I write."
Chris Brockman















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The truth and only the truth on census day.
You write! You write well.