witty sarcastic my poems do read like a childs who's starving and easy to feed i make that quiet simple a point is right there for anyone looking or wanting to share i write for my freedom i write for my fun i write for no reason and i type with my thumb now dr suess would be proud as i rhyme like a child oh look at me now i'm rhyming like wild does this have a point i am not quite sure should i open a book or just open my door the world is right here just look out the window it's passing me by while i wonder why i just can't make it stop no matter how i try this rhyming is soon going to make me just cry no there is not a point as i write this one line i just sit here alone feeling just fine yes i'm half drunk or on a slight buzz will it ever matter how sober i was??

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