posted on Apr, 29 2011 @ 07:47 PM
Hey, I'm bored so I thought I'd do an improvised stream of consciousness poem. Hope you like it, let me know if you'd like to read some of my
actual written work:
I went outside for some fresh air,
for it had been a very long time since I was me.
However, the air smelt stale and unashamedly useless.
Sounds, sights, feelings often pollute.
Excuuuuse me but..
Isn't it lonely? Asked the uncomfortable model.
Isn't it bizarre? Inquired the mad professor.
Is it all in vain? Questioned the bluesman.
Must you bother me? Retorted the botherer.
It's clearly a farce, but it still annoys and one cannot help but sometimes succumb to the choir.
'You're doing it all wrong!' yells the advertisement
Where is it all going?
It truly is tragic,
the unrealised potential of potential genius.
Perhaps I will take a stroll and ponder the infinite nature of all.
"Hey I saw you looking over across the bar. Can't say I blame you, I'm all that!
Have you seen the time? I think it's trying to escape. Sorry I've a pointless meeting to attend.
You're in love? Where's your documentation to prove it?
Oh did you hear about that famous person, what they wore to the supermarket last week?
How about that weather?
k gtg bai lolz will speak to u on fb chat - Speaking of which, I have 150000000 friends, how about you?"
No time to think these days and if you make the time, you're branded a freak.
Defy convention and be yourself, for normal is usually delusional.
And I'd rather be a crazy me than a crazy someone else.