Me

And so I unintentionally wrote a poem while I was talking nonsense to myself out loud while undressing after a really long, tiring day at work
8 and a half busy hours of work on 4 hours of sleep
I feel like a robot and I am not sane
It went a little something like this

"Today I am not an existing human being.

I am a me. Merely a me.

Me's don't care--not about a single hair.

And me's don't worry--they waddle, not scurry.

Me's are cool, as igloos can be.

Hey, I wrote a poem. And now I need to use the restroom."

Ode to the Rude

A pedestal homemade, rickety but proud.
When trampling on others with no regard is allowed.
That high and mighty air you brew in your trade.
Such superficial joy you must take in your charade.

Ode to Edible Happiness

"Sitting in my electric blanket, I eat a glazed donut.

Who the fuck murdered me because I don't recall access to heaven on Earth--"

Ode to Sleep

"Restless am I,

Awaiting your stay.

I am all yours,

As the night is spent away.

Soft is your touch,

That rings sweet like a song,

But why the fuck does this poem sound so wrong--"

Ode to this Summer

"Thank you--

I had a lot of fun.
BUT WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO END"

Ode to my Worknet

"You are a crafty piece of shit

All I wanted to do was create a blog without disconnecting every twenty seconds

I should probably get back to work."

(Yes, this was my very first post, and a fine and dandy one it is.
I'll do a proper introductory one later when I have time and functioning internet. :'D)