this is the worst thing I have ever written. even worse than my rhyming poems way back on the first page of dramatic poetry.
you feel so unispired tonight when
you actually have time on your hands.
Welcome to the Jungle is stuck in your head and
it's not exactly a fitting song for the occasion
you reached down into your deepest thoughts today
Only to realize you've dug so deep that you can't pull the simplest things out and
you're feeling like the the world is watching you even though they're really slowly turning away.
but do you remember when you sang at the top of your lungs earlier?
I'm sure that's what did it
or it could've been that it was your own song and that kind of creeps people out
you've only got three seconds left to finish this,
and if you think about it, that's a long time.
