My poetic self is having a seizure. Someone call 911. I was just having fun, then the melee has begun. Words that roll off my tongue so sweetly meant to inspire and evoke thought have now evoked internal fire. My poetic self is having a seizure. Someone call 911. Fell off my tongue with a lyrical retort And to the Watcher they did report that a maiden fair was in his court. Now that maiden fair finds herself in the Richness and the Watchers lair........oh despair! Do I care? Of course I do... But , I am not through. I still got verbs and adjectives to hurl. I am a woman not a little girl. Tried to stay off the Destee to give my mind a rest. But, why should I deprive myself and others when I feel so blessed. Bishop you a culprit too, watching all I say and do. I bring the heat, the heart and flavor. I can't help if all want to savor. Now what to do when the fan club is x's two? I be not a teaser, I be a pleaser, I be not a wanton woman, just a natural woman. And I love a challenge , if I can just manage to keep the next seizure from taking hold uh oh, I am losing control Can't be responsible for what I might say Now Bishop this is for you. Ya warned me this is true, now you got me wondering if the Watcher is really you!!!!? This mental joust is about to turn you out. Cause I ain't tired yet. Fueled up with my Wheaties this morn. And I am roaring like a hungry lioness sure as you born. Feeling the fever and feeling the funk This sista bout to run in for a slam dunk How can you team up for a laugh when I saw you when you stood up from you last night bath. Things look smaller when they cold...... At least that's what I have been told! But, what I see ain't what I get and no I ain't through yet. I am a Midwest sista with a southern drawl No one knows me very well at all No surrender for this gender Kickin and screamin is how I came in and that's how I'll go out.......Is that what you talking about! Faint.......that's for the Dixie Belles drinking their mint juleps and looking like melting tulips when the sun get to hot. I came from the cotton field, fed the master then my own and shucked ten thousand ears of corn all before the sun was born! Now you see what this seizure does to me......come correct when you come to me. I feel fire and desire....... But, foolish girl am not! I say strike while the iron is hot!