To why I write
It's because I can

As to what I write
Anything, man

I'm not your average poet
Writing about life's hidden meanings

I'm just the average poet
Writing about life's greatest mysteries

Also, my poems don't make sense

Another day, another dollar
I’m here again
Making a difference
Either bigger or smaller

Than the day before

I rush and I pray
For someone to stay
With me
But I understand that I’ll wake up
And realize life is only
One day at a time

So it’s making a difference
That matters
Either bigger or smaller

Than the day before

What is 2020?
In America, it's a lot
Lootings, shooting, people with diseases
The chaos never ceases

I was once proud of this nation
Today, I'm not so sure
Nobody likes each other
And I feel like everyone is to blame

Maybe we can band together
For one last struggle
Against ourselves
But only God can predict our Fate

And it's only May
Can someone tell me
Everything is okay?

You gave me butterflies
I don't know why
You started with hello
And my stomach went jello

I don't know why
But I hope I will
Next time you see me
I'll keep my lungs still

Because I don't know what will happen
Maybe nothing at all
But if something does happen
Will you catch me if I fall?

Can hardly think
My brain is weak
Can only go deeper
With this beer I drink

I'm stuck in a zone
Feel wetter than stone
But my liquidity won't last
As this drunkenness will pass

Not gonna lie
It's greater than being high
With a whole night by me
I'll drink forever free

Any chance of stopping
Will slowly come a'knocking
But once my sanity returns
I'll forget the night that occurred

Here I am
An internet worm
Watching this girl stream
Her soul is firm

She has three cats
Well, now it's four
While that's a lot of *****
She's no *****

I wish I could charm her
Or make her smile
But as she lives across the country
It would take a while

Next thing you know
I'll wake up from a dream
And realize this girl
Was just a memory

I wish for a zombie apocalypse
For if a zombie apocalypse were to be
I'd slash and I'd ****
All the undead by will
And then my rage would be free