Once upon a time, there were scribbles on a page.
And those scribbles grew, and Grew, and GREW, until they became words.
And it might sound absurd, but those words became rhymes.
And as the rhymes began to make sense, their lines became statements.
And the state of their mentality was to take logical fallacies and make their abnormalities just stop and go away.
I'm not going to say, that all I do is rite.
But writing wrongs and righting songs is how I choose to fight.