I before E except after C

But what about what I choose to see

I see the right way, the wrong way,

And still I know better.

E before I except after C

Sometimes I just want to break free

To write it the wrong way for a change

Upside down, reverse, or across

Don’t badger me—This is my life,

I’m the boss.

Manipulation, contemplation, rewrite, and rephrase,

I have the power to choose my own ways.

Creation, narration, alteration, formulation

This is my life

STOP. Exhalation.

Effect vs. affect

And all that is correct

But what about if I choose to object?

Would that have an effect?

I create my life through my words

Words are my outlet, rules are broken

Whether written or spoken,

Don’t pester me to “write the correct way”

This is my life, my time to create, my time to play.

What would I do without words?

What would I be?

I don’t know but one thing I know for sure is that words are WORDS, and they’re free!

Meant to be manipulated and scrambled

And it’s up to me to put them back together: in a rush, take my time, or heck just let me ramble!

“Don’t use prepositions at the end of a sentence,”

Oh but let me tell you what I think of that,

See this is where my head is at:

Prepositions strike the pose,

They are what give sentences that final blow.

Verbs add to the punch

Let me throw an example:

Slaughter-House Five, Kurt Vonnegut, “So it goes.”

Stop, Stop, don’t tell me how to write.

This is the way I see life.

Bend the rules, break the framework

It’s all about reworking it into what you want it to be.

Don’t be afraid, write and speak up,

Tell the truth how you see it even if your voice shakes the earth.

Restructure, recapture, rework, and re-form

Don’t be afraid to use your voice,

And don’t you dare conform.

Write it upside down, spray paint it, reverse, or across

Don’t forget to use your words,

And don’t forget, you are the boss!