Spoon

Nonsense really.

Dead of night,
Dead of day,
I don't know what I'm talking about,
This poem is gay.

Ticking clock,
Tic tic toc,
My dad's a dick,
He smells like socks.

I feel like crying,
Inside I'm dying,
Cups are flying,
I'm not even trying.

Don't assume,
That there is a moon,
I'm filled with doom,
Where is my spoon?

Author's Note

Just something?

Reviews

[Donna]

I love it! I really like the rhyming! Thanks for sharing this! Excellent!

[Alexandra W]

I personally love nonsensical writing like this! There's no order, no path, just a wonderful chaos that's fun to write and read. Nice job!!!

[Onlyme]

Strangely hypnotic and funny and sad. Enjoyed it thou.