poetry dripping with infantry

I had trouble rhyming when I was younger.

I wasn't so great at school, I wasn't too great at being practical. All I knew was how to be myself.

Last year, I lost that only part of me that really belonged to me, and I had nothing but paper to express myself with.

Late nights writing about fucking cruel feelings, and now I'm finally ready to share them.

This is going to be so active you can barely keep up. Or can you?

#1 on quickbooks
#1 on wordy
#38 on new
#2 on ominous
#1 on something else I can't quite remember...

give it a try