• You have something to say,
    But it won't come out,
    The words in your brain
    Scrambled about,
    Just when you think you have it right,
    There is that one line
    one line,
    That makes the brain scream
    "What is happening to me?"
    You leave a few minutes,
    A few hours,
    A few days,
    a few months,
    a few years
    it still looks cliche,
    You wanna be inspirational,
    Make you say... SHAZZAM!
    Pack a wallp
    Make a bam
    But SLAM! Like a ton of bricks,
    The words crumble,
    And never stick,
    So you are Sick
    Absolutely sick
    of this screwed up poem
    that probably shouldn't exsist,
    You're about to scream, shout,
    And just plain quit,
    When all of a sudden you get it
    At this peak of stress
    Your mind will confess
    "Yes,
    I think i can think again"
    So from you brain to your hand,
    From your hand to your fingers,
    Don't stumble
    You never linger
    From your finger to your pen
    You let it go,
    Not only do you clear your mind
    But your soul
    OH!
    Truly flabbergasted from head to toe
    So....
    One line down
    Two to go.