a writer one day

worlds lifted at the sound of a syl-label
thoughts constructed with a squnity-eyed navel
"i want to be a writer," said the little boy
"Well, quit working and grab a toy."
"who said that?
who's talking back there, jack?"
"It's me, the world's word. I'm me."
"OH!" then mumbled quietly, "I'm already pretty happy."
"You are?" said the silver saying sayer
"yeah that's write becuase I'm gonna be write"
"mm'k but don't go it alone"
"why not, i'm real strong strung you know."
"yeah but i see what you don't."
"you think you got it but then you won't"
I got a word for you.
Come on down from that high horse
drop your baggage and a matter of course
you'll see what i what see
and oh! what a writer you'll be.
ok?