I was trying to write 200 poems in one day.
I hadn’t slept and I felt like I was
going insane.
what to write,
there is everything to write about,
and this poem will do now, and I
don’t even know why I was
trying to write 200 poems.
Nobody has heard of me,
and these won’t get me a pay check.
a big pay check to survive alone
and live.
I couldn’t stop
and I was asking myself?

what the hell was the point?
don’t give up though.
"don’t try" like the old bull said.
what to do.
what to do.