Mar 2011
A trip to the mall,
A waiting game,
And the top 40,
All walk into a bar...
*******, my room is a mess.
A waiting game,
And the top 40,
All walk into a bar...
*******, my room is a mess.
There's no art in poemcrastinating... The inspiration is shallow, maybe I should do what I need to. I can't write 'Your Brother' again without any inspiration.
