I haven’t done any of the,
I had to do today,
I realized that I cannot draw and,
I am no longer able to paint,
which resulted in a relapse,
of compulsive eating,
since I just got so(oo) depressed,
I could have pulled my hair out,
that is: if I had been a girl,
And on top of everything else,
I started lying again,
I will grow fat, ugly and alone,
and I’l probably die,
hope you’re happy amidst the debris of a shattered aspiring artist.
CUL8A! -x- [wink]
The illustrated poetry albums have unfortunately all sold out. Stop writing.