Wanna know what’s wrong?
Well I’ll sing you this song.

Cause I’m already sick
So you can **** a word that rhymes with stick
Why don’t I get to pick
I hate getting the short end of the actual stick

Singing this bit
Makes me feel like… “something similar to dung”
It’s made me exacerbate
I’d rather at home, sit in my chair, and master- geometrics.

Make it relatable
And try to make it rhyme
Structure's debatable
Make sure you take your time

Long ones can work
And short ones too
Look at the perks
Make it for you

But poems need a meaning
Don't make it too demeaning

The meaning can be deep
And it can make you weep
Or it can be shallow
But make someone hallow.

Now that that's done
Lets have some fun
I'll write a poem
Then go make your own.

"The dog with no legs
Instead walks on pegs
Comes to seats and begs
But just gets two eggs."

Are they a marking of pain?
Or a sign of growth?

Come my child
Confess your sin
Unchain your pain
Release what's within

Come my child
Our father listens
Just go wild
It'll teach you lessons

Come my child
Fix the life you've lead
For if you don't
Then I'll be the one
To put a Bullet in your head.

You're trying to tell me I don't deserve it?
That I haven't earned it?
Do you think these scars on my back are fake?
Or this blood I've spilt isn't real?

What kind of person would do that to me?
Who am I talking to again?
Oh I'm sorry.
It's just me.

I look up and see a ****** of crows.
"******* I'm dead again"
It makes me wanna fake my own death.
But I'm stuck breaking the chain.
For if I don't, there will be blood.
13 voices keep screaming in my ears.
Telling me to start war and tear it down.
So I just ask "God save us all."
But even he can't stop the fall and the rise.
For we've been twisted by design.

Why do so many people
Write about being tired
Rather than just
going to bed.