i don't want to blog
cause my mind sits in a fog
I think i'm sinking in a bog
don't send me no golldarn log.

you can tell because my poetry is bad
that i care less because it's a fad
the posts i post do make me glad
cause they express that i am mad.

my bad rhyming is a sorry state
it hides the frustrated wyman gate
i try and try but i can't abate
this awful awful rhyming state

my words are lost in chaos like stew
that doesn't mean my feelings aren't true
i think that i must be down with the flu
to keep sending this rhyming rhyming out to you

my sentences get longer still
that's because they seem so unreal
alot of letters they carry for fill
but their content is lost in a measly thrill


*this is subject to change periodically, and by all means please add or take away the words and write your own.