I´m a freak pretender( secret to writing great)

Army
was harmony,
freaky and sneeky
good song we have now
let us bow
to,
The Priest
I AM QUITING DRINKING TOMORROW…
pretender and no ender.
(I just put the fucking potato on hot water to have it boiled and make salad
and this came to mind, probablythe words I read or heard in youtube, freaky that it
suddently popped into the head while being in the kitchen a bit less pretender
you know you can always surender, My mental process, If I repeat it over and over again
it will stick into my head and when least expect it, it comes up, there ya go the secret
to great poetery….=