Are These Words Really Mine

dumps
rubbish
bin
it
lid
off
obnoxious
knocked
out
in
corners
FLASH
eyes
spying
on
the
off
moment
in
 time
give me words
that are mine
are these above me
or beneath
I ask you
can you tell me
what it all means
freedom
is that writing
what you want
speaking your mind
choosing your religion
or not
writing a song
could that be freedom
love
never enough
too much
too little '
not enough to go round
tell me can you
is there anything
hear that you see
that is free
here
in
my
words
that
you
read
are they just words
are they really mine
have you wrote
anything here
that may be considered yours
is that what freedom is
that the is 's and the the the's
the and's be you what that he me she see blue color so on's
are for the picking
cotton on
like
finders
keepers
loosers
weepers
just
surviving
just
writing
freedom
are
these
words
really
mine