This is one of my less serious poems!! ( โงโฝโฆ) The beep, Loud as ever. The food is done, I've discovered. The beep, Waking me up. I'm still tired, But that's not enough. The beep, With red numbers. "Boom!" goes the ticking object, Leaving nobody recovered. T » Continue Reading
Our hands, Tired, studying again, Having to fight it, Because "we can". Writing, drawing, Because they don't care. If we aren't successful, They will stare. All night, all day, Working to get payed. They have advantages, To our dismay. We're doing our best, But not everyone can take it. And at the end of the day, Some will be beheaded.. » Continue Reading