Sometimes I get a thinkin’
About all in life that’s stinkin’
And yet at other times
I start spewing out rhymes

Some parts cease to make sense
But they serve as emotional vents
For my feelings on the day
That have been held at bay

Yet to think I could compress
All of my stress
Into a few simple lines
People must be out of their minds

Yet that ain’t what this is about
This isn’t a way to shout
For help or attention
Its just here to mention

Anything in my head
From baked beans to bread
Or a man without a clue
To why he’s coughing up glue

It could be about
An animal’s snout
Or maybe sometimes I think
About the color pink

Perhaps there was a thought
About a battle that was fought
Between a chair and a lamp
And a fat kid at camp

Maybe there’s a story
All ****** and gory
Of an accidental chop
Taking the head of a fop

And there’s the Grim Reaper
Taking the soul of a sleeper
Who wakes up to find
He has retained his mind

I could write like this ‘til the end of time
About Bigfoot or cupcakes or the hind of a mime
But eventually I’ll cease
And maybe then I’ll find peace

For anything out of my imagination
Could have laid the foundation
For these things I have penned
And thusly I finish with a simple

The End