A nonsense poem
A nonsense song
A nonsense line
A nonsense rhyme
Nonsensical nonsense
Time after time
Just for something
Something to write

There was a perfect hole in the sky
Shaped just for the moon to say hi

It rested up there on this night
Watching over us, erasing fright

Its bright gleams shine down below
Showing you the right path to go

You look up and say thank you
Oh Moon, without you, what would I do

My curtains are on fire.
My cat has died.
Running water in my bath tub;
I'm lost in her drunken starry eyes.
Black tea in the kettle
is all over the kitchen floor.
The door is locked from the outside.
I'm drowning in her downpour.
She twists the knife in my thigh,
I'm the vast coral sea.
Pouring soothing whiskey at my wound
she says -
"Make love to me."
My therapist has been calling for a while,
If only he knew how I feel.
He says she is only a delusion
but believe me, she is real.
My torso is on fire.
I tell her we are going to die.
She laughs and draws on my face with glass,
I'm lost in her drunken starry eyes.

Work as awesome
and not tiresome
life becomes less worrisome.

Women get support and complement from both men and other women but we guys don't get nothing.
For every men working one, two or even three jobs, supporting their families, feeding mouths, taking care of one or more people, exhausting themselves, get no sleep, studying their *** off, who got lock up, that struggle to work, struggle to get hired, that have mental or physical disabilities,grinding any way possible, if you got a girl, if you don't got a girl, if they're gay, if you do or don't got someone in your life. It doesn't matter. I support you. You look good doing the thing you do best. If people say ugly, stupid, don't like your skin color, or reject you for something dumb, **** those people cause your not and they have nothing on.