Thank God for the Artist (original poem)

Ok, let me collect my thoughts, I’ll connect the dots, bang on these expressive pots Bang! Clang! Causing poetical noise Throwing these words together, I’m playing with toys Let’s see what happens if I use this moment What creativity can I foment? What trouble can I cause with these lines? Exercising freedom of mind, randomly waving signs Randomly riding waves, the expression that saves, This is why the Neanderthal left the caves The allure of expression that is always here What do I see? Let me tell you, dear How…