The Steele Deal

Have you ever thought about how great is not always great, but good is always good, 

so my good means great, because great could be mistaken for bad

Some days I feel the need 

To write and to write 

Sometimes I am up 

Until late in the night 

Writing whatever

Comes into my mind

Sometimes I’m surprised

What it is, I will find

Usually a rhyme 

they simply come out that way

I don’t know why

What can I say?

So here I lay

Talking to my phone

I think it is lucky

That I am all alone

One flew over the cuckoo‘s nest

Comes to my mind

Always wondering

In which nest I will wind