Six years have now gone by so far since you first got your crown;
You've stayed the course and made a mess; now, things are crashing down;
The only thing that's worse than these disasters you've imparted,
Is everything had been predicted by the time you'd started.
how can a month have already gone past,
it can't be that long since i wrote a post last??
3 weeks since that rhyme,
so much wasted time,
i need to go out and start having fun fast.
When things break down around you, while your bosses play it cool,
Don't listen to their gibberish unless you are a fool.
"Relax, dude!" "Don't worry!" "They know it's not our fault!"
All this blather's better taken with a grain of salt.
In the end, it all comes down to whether things are broken;
Acknowledging you're not to blame is just a worthless token.
Now you know what you should do when shadiness goes on;
Remember, in this silly game, you're only but a pawn.
The day is here that we've all feared,
The start of another four more years.
While Congress gathers at DC's mall,
Others plan inaugural bawls.
They'll sit in rooms and weep for what's coming
Praying that New Bush will be more forthcoming.
Pray he'll exhibit some newfound ability
To admit to mistakes and to show flexibility.
one by one doors slowly close,
what could have been is now no more;
afraid to act, just standing frozen
time walks on for evermore;
the world keeps spinning, while you doze,
don't wait for what you're looking for.
Bow your heads, put your hands together,
And pray for the end of this horrible weather.
Pray that the clouds will all rain out tonight,
So mermaids tomorrow can frolic and fight.
Dance your rain dances and use up your wishes,
Tomorrow we don't want to paddle like fishes
Now that we're all working towards the same goal,
We'll make sure the weather's not hard to control.
I once had a pair of black shoes,
My feet they would batter and bruise,
Those dumb things exploded,
Their innards unloaded,
Now sneakers are all that I choose.
great, i'm late
work will be irate
they will berate
that is my fate
the fate i await.
and my throat hurts too.
what i need's a date.
The worst has now happened, it's such a disaster
My name's used for spam by some evil postmaster!
The bounced mail has started, the flow does not ebb
What can i do to crawl out of this web???
I now just await the result of this scam,
The loud angry emails from those "I" have spammed
But what are my options? how do i fight back?
I don't even know whom to find and attack.
i wish i had a weeble wobble cup
so i could store my dew and 7-up.
i'd then avoid the wasted needless stress,
from spilling stuff and making a big mess.
i wish there was no difference
'tween turning left and right.
why is one side easier?
there's no answer in sight.
Attempting to post things that try to be serious
Can only result in our turning delirious,
So what should I do now, just make rhymes hilarious??
A blog can't be like this, it's way too precarious.
And all of these poems just sound oh, so silly
They're not even fit for lipsync by 'vanilli
Simplistic old poetry's not so fullfilling,
To read this, i feel like you all won't be willing,
So what should i do with it, give up on verse?
And come up with something that's probably worse??? :(