It is the same things
Over and over again
Nothing new now
It's all mundane
All ordinary
Nothing to do
Nothing to say
Nothing to think about
There is nothing to provoke my mind into creation
Nothing.
So here's a half assed poem
No effort whatsoever
But I bet some of you will like it
You always
Strangely
Do
YOU ARE READING
A Madman's Attempt at Writing
PoesíaNothing to see here. Just a guy writting down his misery. Please move along
