I wake up mornings
Hoping I could keep it going
Loathing my self
Yet I keep it rowing
Knowing
I got POTENTIAL
Momentum
Seems to slow
my growing
Yet I yawn in
Boredom when
Things get suspenseful
Metaphorical
Can I help you?
Don't answer
That was rhetorical
Questions got me thinking
If you're in to me
That's hysterical
You seem to laugh about it
I mean when I share
My feelings
But you don't seem to care.
Keep it to myself
I got a lot problems
99 of em
I can't seem to solve em
You can't seem to help
So keep your nose out of it
I'm a steady trooper
Super duper
Back straight and high saluter
Jealousy
Gets the best of me
When the rest of these
Hula hoopers
Fan of Bradley Cooper
Gets the centerpiece
In a century
I'll be 33
Almost elderly
20 years after
Things'll get sadder
While I die of laughter
On my death bed
With a platter
(Of cheese?)
(Is that cheddar?)
Mark, you're no better