Jan 26, 2011 21:04
This is what I do while in math class. It's totally productive.
Walking around,
I search for the things that must be found.
You should tell me something new,
I'm sick of all the smelly dew.
It arises from the conventional pout,
To bring upon the happiness drought.
No need to think of what may come,
They already know what lies in the dome.
But I hope they're both wrong,
I'll just have to stay strong.
Let's wait for the rest,
Probably will be pessimism at its best.
Yup, I write silly little poems.
Expect a lot more of these in the next couple of months.... sigh
rantings,
school,
poems