Have you written your poem yet?
Get to it!
There’s work to be done
and I don’t see you doing it.
No. No excuses.
There’s no time for that.
I don’t have an hour to chat – nor two.
I’ve got a date with a pen.
I can’t talk to you.

What have you danced lately?
How will you get the demons out
if not through sweat and jerky motions?
Let me see you move, dammit.
Let’s see your feet
spread your soul
on the dance floor.

Where are your paintings?
When will you sculpt?
Why are your drawings to few?
Get to work
by getting to play.
Create
dammit
CREATE!