I have no clue,
What's gotten into me,
Why I'm writing a lot of poetry.
I don't know why,
I'm rhyming too,
I wish I had a clue.
I realize,
My poems go about stuff,
That don't matter cause I don't care enough.
Yet then I wonder,
Why do I write about it,
If to me it's nothing but a piece of shit?
I guess the answer,
Shall remain unknown by me,
I'll just continue writing my poetry.
And though my poems,
Make no sense and I might have nothing to do,
At least I don't have a writers block like you... :3
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Nice :] Lol, love the end.


