This is my worst poem I've ever done. I forfeit the concrete images for the sake of rhythm? whatever, I just did it with fun.
Tired, tired, and tired
when will I won't get tired?
my feathered-friend never gets tired
of flying, to people's business.
even the bees don't get tired
of hissing, in their beehive's nest.
the milk fish never gets tired
of swimming in the sea--
night and day.
Tired, tired, and tired
shall I rant my pains out?
If only you were here,
I won't be--and never be--get tired
of loving you.
