I am on a pastry
I am kneading dough
You could just as well say
That I am on a roll.

My eyes are gonna fail me
Someday I'll need some specs
So maybe I'll do it quickly
Or get contacts like the rest.

You said to me you'd never leave
And I honestly didn't believe you
The sad news is that you were wrong
And sometimes winning isn't fun to do.

I said I wanted to go to bed
And the truth is, I did not lie
The only problem was that it
Was extremely hard to try.

I lie here in this tortured state
Not sure of how to breathe
And when my chest rises and falls
My soul searches for reprieve.

I'm getting kind of desperate
And that's not a good thing to own
But maybe I wouldn't be gripping so hard
If I didn't know I was alone.

Two hundred dollars went toward a guitar
And sixty bought me the hard case
288 songs bought on iTunes so far
No wonder I have so little at this pace.

I don't want to forget
Make a mental note:
Should it be a B?
Or C, D, E, F, G?

Go to bed
   bump your head
   Don't wake up 'till morning;
Lightning strike
   the house tonight
   It's raining and it's pouring.

Drip and drop
A river ensues
Carving deep
Sarchasm cues.

Punctuation delights me,
Spelling even more so!
Grammar—ah! Ecstasy;
Sloppy writing?....no.

So give me the truth, for once
Everything’s too vague, too vague
Sarcastically, I guess
We love ambiguity like the plague

Wordless mumblings of air
Windy mutters, wisps to spare
Wringing sighs of gasping lives
Wrested from whisp'ring peace.