When I was in college, I was friends with a girl who was really into poetry. ¬†One day, for fun, I wrote a poem in about 2 minutes. ¬†People liked my poem. ¬†She got upset because it wasn't deep enough and she thought I was making fun of her and poetry. ¬†That's the best part about poetry. ¬†It can be about pretty much anything you want it to be about and it can sound however you want it to sound. ¬†Tonight, I decided to write a new poem. It is here for you to enjoy.
A Headache, My headache
Hello my headache
I'm glad that you are here,
but if you wouldn't mind.
GO AWAY! ¬†GET OUT OF MY HEAD! ¬†STOP TORTURING MY BRAIN! ¬†YOU MAKE ME WANT TO BANG MY HEAD AGAINST THE FLOOR TO MAKE THE PAIN GO AWAY, BUT I REALIZE HOW STUPID THAT WOULD BE BECAUSE BANGING MY HEAD AGAINST THE FLOOR WOULD ONLY MAKE MY HEADACHE WORSE!!!!
Now on a final note
I'll say just one last thing
But don't expect a rhyme
because nothing rhymes with GET OUT OF MY HEAD YOU PAINFUL DEMON OF THE SKULL THAT I WISH I COULD KILL BY STABBING YOU TO DEATH WITH A PLASTIC SPORK.
(Written by Jason on 5-27-10 @ 8:00pm)