i tend to put song lyrics up in the title, just like all the other teen girls, but tonight i wish i could put the synth from this song's chorus, because nothing could describe my mood better than that. let me open up paint and draw it for you.
i think that's correct.
in either case, a poem for all the lost souls. not a haiku.
as i walked through the city
there was a bottle of rum
and it wasn't exactly empty
no, still waiting for some bum.
of all the bright moments today
that was the finest one.
the sky was a light shade of grey
so not much help from the sun.
my rhyming skills suck, alright
i use an app for that
so the last two lines i write
don't make much sense. cat.
poetry is hard.
let me just do a haiku
in this moonless night.
oh, i wish i was
half as creative as now
at work, school or bars.
should i take up drugs?
would cocaine make me cooler?
what about a car?
i'll cut my hair soon.
if that doesn't get me laid,
nothing will, damn it.
god, to be honest,
i wouldn't complain much, but
life is tough, i'm not.
yes, i ended up on a superdepressive note, but i lost my acceleration in the poems.
and with this nightly comic i will catch some sleep before work.
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