Through passionate visions
nightly anguishing tells
Your tranquil incisions
Rings hallucinated bells

Ancient contented evenings
were not worshiped to entire
Now the past is fast beaming
My fractured soul is on fire

I write lots of poems
Most of them are stupid
But some of them are okay.
I write because im sad
The women treat me bad
How i wish i could be gay.

I am stuck with gloom
Hardly leave my room
I can't win
I don't grin
I lay in bed til noon
I stay alone with gloom

When will flowers bloom
No sunlight with gloom
I drink gin
My head spin
I stumble round my room
I stumble round with gloom

My life days used to boom
Now they're filled with gloom
I don't sin
Don't get it in
I just wait for the tomb
Wait with my friend gloom

Megan
You make me feel so badly
Why don't you turn around?
Megan
You know I love you madly
My heart weighs about a pound.
Don't blame me if i ever doubt you
You know i couldn't live without you
Megan
You are the only only only.

*** is cool, but have you ever had garlic bread?

My head is a fortress of sinful desire
Berated that others are the same as me
I wish they were cool, just I on fire
But we all crave genitalia, violence, greed
They say man is good, deepdown so saintly
But I've known the truth, and i think you do too
A holy being in robes and halo just aint me
But I've just been trying to fit in with all of you

There once was a man named Dave
Who dug up a prostitutes grave
She spelled like ****
Was missing a ***
But look at the money he saved