Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Corpse's in the fridge,
Mum smells it too?

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Get punched in the eye,
Don't kick me back too.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I really like you.
Oh you don't? I said
Mbluhchuckschmoobs.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Zebras being all high, riding giraffes
They think they're so cool

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
When thirsty,
don't drink the water in the loo.


Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Pardon me dear, but
STOP CALLING VIOLETS BLUE

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Boy you're got to like me so much
To read this whole poem through.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I say whatever I think
And don't care about you

Roses are red,
I am so bland,
Violets are blue,
This really makes no sense.

Roses are red,
Why is everyone talking about roses?
Violets are blue,
Oh great, violets are blue again. Jesus.

Roses are blue,
Violets are red,
I want to be different,
^See what the above statement says.

Enlighten me with everything that you know
I do not mind the manual labour
Or the costs of hardship
As long as I am still able to breathe
I will search long and hard,
and gain all the knowledge there is
To fill my mind with
before I part this world.
Who knows, tomorrow may be a new adventure
And time wasted is a precious truth
Left uncovered.
So I will bear all the weight on my shoulders
Just to be able to know one more thing
There is to know
About the Universe.

somehow,
someway
I always end up
doing the things I don't want myself to do
and regret a million things
before finally deciding
to just let it all go
and be a couch potato.
let all the assignments, homework, small little
things be due tomorrow.
it's a magical day where all the stuff
will somehow
someway
get done.
you just have to master the art of
procrastination
and everything will pile up
for tomorrow to make its magic
and finish everything.

Still lingering around my mind [8]
The scent of my memories [7]
Wisps float around. [4]

Still want to catch a hold of you [8]
Flower, and breathe the fragrance [7]
You're redolent of __

Still the thought of you makes me mad, [8]
Heart burns like fire, cheeks hot red. [7]
A hopeless strive to grasp. [6]

Missiles
launched
At me
I crouch but

I still get hit.

I don't
Conform to rules
And
Expectations.

Don't make me.