Originally posted by Coldfire
Could I be crazy or am I just whacko?
Well maybe you should back off jack-o!
The hour is late and this I hate,
This could even make me a little irate,
I should be in my big warm bed,
But no, I'm much too stubborn, instead,
I sit here typing whatever's in my head,
I'm thinking that maybe my brain is dead,
But if I'm thinking then that cannot be,
What on earth is happening to me,
I don't know why I'm writing this poem,
Maybe then my creativity will leave me alone,
And let me go back to what I'm drawing,
What I'm rambling is so appalling,
It makes no sense oh dear, oh dear,
Looks like I've had one too many beer,
But then my words would be unreadable,
That I am writing this is so unbelievable,
So I think I'll go and get some rest,
And hope tomorrow I can do my best,
To pay attention, this I will do,
And now do I have to bid you adieu.omg this came out of nowhere.... I think certain people are rubbing off on
Hey...I have times like that tooo... 😄