Okay, so when I get insomnia, I write crappy poetry. I enjoy writing it and I enjoy subjecting others to it. So read it, make fun of it, laugh at how bad it is; I already have.
I will
I will eat oranges.
I will eat grapes.
I will eat bananas.
I will not eat grapefruit.
I will read too much.
I will write, poorly.
I will sing off-key.
I will not dance…in public.
I will remember my friends.
I will forget their sins.
I will treasure their love.
I will not abandon them.
I will make fun of you.
I will make fun of myself.
I will make fun of everyone.
I will not spare anyone.
I will laugh.
I will cry.
I will pout.
I will not take life too seriously.
I will love.
I will lose.
I will win.
I will not hate.
I will live.
I will try.
I will do.
I will die.
Oh, that's beeyootiful (sniff sniff) poetry! So deep, so thoughtful!
ReplyDeleteAnd you're right, grapefruit is gross. =)