post #16

this is a poem about my surroundings.

my walls are painted green.
it is a pretty color to be seen.
lots of papers are piled around me.
sleeping is where i'd rather be.
cds stacked high.
there's a highlighter by my side.
a dictionary sits high on a stack of books.
what if a quick nap is all i took?
sleep is obviously more important than this stupid room.
... broom.

YAAAAY BEST POEM EVURRR~~~*~*~

edit: i was not under the influence in the making of this poem. though i'm sure this what it feels like the day after.