a poem

[kcn_x]

just a minute past
one o eight
to bed i go
so very late

today i worked
and awhile played
o i cannot wait
until i get paid

at hollister lies
a sweater so awesome
i wish that money tree
would fucking blossom

THANK YOU, THANK YOU I know, I should be famous for this huh? Pretend it made sense, thanks. good night people.