I could try to be witty
As a 'proper poet' should be
But being witty is very trying
And I would be lying
If I said this came easy to me
I could write about rain
And how I'm just in constant pain
As most 'proper poets' appear to be
But rain doesn't make me sad
No, it makes me quite glad
And clearly now you can see
I am not witty
Nor will I ever be
I'm not good with with words
It's hard to make myself heard
So no, I am not witty
Nor do I want to try to be
It's draining
Consuming
Sometimes it ensnares me
So fuck being witty
I want to dance in the rain
Fuck being in pain
Why waste such a short life on sadness, it is seemingly the last trait I wish to gain
Note:
People that are constantly trying to be sarcastic and 'word smart' just
Bug me
Ya feel?
Like holy fuck put your ego and all that shit aside and just like
Stahp
Anyways, it's raining
On the 4th of july
Nice
High key want a nice mocha or just like some nice tea rn
YOU ARE READING
Honey
PoetryHaha guess what this was gonna be a serious thing but like most things in my life- Self sabotage took over Aka this is a big ol' 'book' of shitposts and small moments of mini mental breakdowns Enter at yer own risks kiddos
