What is this compulsion to write
And why can’t I sleep?
If I don’t express myself
In clear, concise language
Three times a day
And four at the Weekend
The situation is most grave.
And this my friends is simply
The difference between being alive and dead.
Dead Poets are worthy,
But we have to live.
And what is life
Without rhyme or reason?
I like this one the most, i think...i like a few of them, though generally not huge on rhyming stuff. Check mine out, let me know what you think. (name: Mick Del) (email: mikedelg@hotmail.com)
You might try some diphenhydramine hydrochloride and maybe some Tums. James