procrastiation/boredom is the devil!
I need to write my psych paper. Instead, I'll share with yall a poem I wrote in my math class, since we were learning something dumb as usual:
Chelsea Balouris
Sings in the chorus
Maybe someday
She will perform for us
We can only hope
but she might meet the Pope
and he'll convince her
to smoke lots of dope
Then that girl will get high
And cause us to sigh
When we introduce Chels
To a rather nice guy
She'll be stoned off her mind
And stop being kind
And cause that there guy
To go rather blind
But lucky for him
This girl doesn't sin
So this mans eyesight
Will end up with the win...?
This poem will end
But don't cry, my friend
Next math class
Your hurt I will mend
Because I'm often bored
And she'd hear if I snored
So I will not sleep
But write poems...my lord!
Then the class ended and I couldn't end it satisfactorily.
On other note...
last night i had a weird dream
In it my mom had a baby...poor baby
and we moved to a house that was haunted
and the ghosts wanted to kill me
Then they turned into wax ghosts
And i could see them hanging from the ceiling
And I was frightened
But i guess I didn't die
Because here I am
Enjoy contemplating this entry...I know I did
Chelsea Balouris
Sings in the chorus
Maybe someday
She will perform for us
We can only hope
but she might meet the Pope
and he'll convince her
to smoke lots of dope
Then that girl will get high
And cause us to sigh
When we introduce Chels
To a rather nice guy
She'll be stoned off her mind
And stop being kind
And cause that there guy
To go rather blind
But lucky for him
This girl doesn't sin
So this mans eyesight
Will end up with the win...?
This poem will end
But don't cry, my friend
Next math class
Your hurt I will mend
Because I'm often bored
And she'd hear if I snored
So I will not sleep
But write poems...my lord!
Then the class ended and I couldn't end it satisfactorily.
On other note...
last night i had a weird dream
In it my mom had a baby...poor baby
and we moved to a house that was haunted
and the ghosts wanted to kill me
Then they turned into wax ghosts
And i could see them hanging from the ceiling
And I was frightened
But i guess I didn't die
Because here I am
Enjoy contemplating this entry...I know I did