I got sick and went to bed at 8:00.
I forgot about writing poetry
But luckily ’twas not too late.
This is rushed and uncreative
But what did you expect
From a guy who feels like vomiting
In the way of ile, project?
I got sick and went to bed at 8:00.
I forgot about writing poetry
But luckily ’twas not too late.
This is rushed and uncreative
But what did you expect
From a guy who feels like vomiting
In the way of ile, project?
Filed under Poems
I spent the morning puking
Than had a headache linger
Then had a crazy workday
As life gave me the finger.
And as my eyes began to bleed
And all my hair turned gray
All I worried about was if
I wrote a travesty yesterday.
Filed under Poems