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Pocrastination Makes No Sense

Contributed by saveMEfromMYSELF on Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 04:04:14 AM in AEST
Topic: insomniac



The Fishiens

God, this poetry is hard
I keep drawing a blank
Like when I check my credit
In that goddamned bank!!!


I cant think at all!
This rhyming turns me blue
And even when it dont
Its like my head has the flu

Okay. I hit the end
And Ive been matched
Ran into a door
That wasnt unlatched

I cant go on
I need sleep so bad
Its to the point
That my rhyming is SAD


Im sinking, Im falling
Im out of thoughts
Theyre pointless anyway
Now my paper is covered in inkblots!!!

Well thats better than mine
Theres nothing there
But Im so bloody tired
I dont even care!


My eyes are all drooping
I need major sleep
Theres work I need to finish
I need this complete!

I know what you mean
Im not making sense
I want sheep to jump
Over my dream fence


I hate procrastination
Its something I cant help
It must be hereditary
I know, Ill give mom a yell

Meh, does it matter?
We wont win a thing
Theres nothing to do
It wont swing


Just leave it as is
And let them judge
Im just plain tired
And I suddenly crave fudge

Uhg! You see!
I hardly make sense!
When I try to rhyme my last sentence
you got 50 cents

Sure I do!
But I have no brain
Im sick of this
Im going insane


Im going to bed
You need sleep too
What we have done
Will have to do

I guess thats it
Thats all she wrote
Maybe its good enough
And well get the vote.


Doubt it though

HEY!




Copyright © saveMEfromMYSELF ... [ 2005-04-16 04:04:14]
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Re: Pocrastination Makes No Sense (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 06:08:48 AM AEST
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Wel I like it so ya get five stars from me.
huggs,
emy


Re: Pocrastination Makes No Sense (User Rating: 1 )
by Whisper on Saturday, 16th April 2005 @ 02:14:02 PM AEST
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:-) wow ya were tired Mon . Good write .

Whisper




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