What is the point? Of this blog, I mean, not of things...in general.
I am late and lazy, I am untalented. And work ethic, lets not get there.
And I can't talk to women.
Like, at all.
Sigh.
I get up late, and I don't sleep well
As for eating, well my habits are kinda like
Devil May Care
My sleep's all messed up
And dream dreams, way too sweet.
I try working out
Once in a while
But you know how it is,
These tend to go
Out of style.
Real Quick.
I get round and rotund and fat in the neck
And go around complaining
Man I didn't even get a peck.
Day in and day out
I complain about
This and that, and everything, shout out aloud
Never do well, that is so much me
And yet trick them
To think I'm someone to be.
It is well into the night, time for me to sleep tight
A talentless hack, a homeless sadsack
Who goes easy on that good night
Not a poet, no no that's not me
Filling pages and barfing out words
That's what I do, that's so much me
It's time for bed, I bid you adieu
This was a scam, a huck
just to fill up the words too.
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