I had a bad weekend. It made me want to write. So I did. Enjoy.

-=Tones=-

There was a time
When the men with rocks
We're the men on top
Until the men with sticks
Bent the men with stones
And the men with fire
Burnt the men with bones
But the women for hire
So loved a man with tones
That sticks, nor rocks, nor fire
Could bring a man up any higher
And one could not inquire
Without a sigh or moan
As he looked upon the toned up clones
And he thought to himself
Why the women want the tones
Instead of the man who protects with stone
With his spine that's made of bone
Or the man who warms with fire
Or the man with the sticks who builds her a home
There was a time
When the men with rocks
The men with sticks
And the men with fire
Were more than a tire
To be rolled around
And acquired
By the dirt that the tones of another
Had perspired


-=I'm Not Ready=-

I'm not ready
I don't think I can
Maybe we should wait for-
Oh look, another man.


-=I Am Not Alone=-

I woke up with my pillow
I called you on my phone
I ate lunch with my sandwich
I am not alone

I showered with my soap
I spruced up with my cologne
I sit here with my TV
I am not alone

I'm sleeping with my blanket
I'm dreaming on my own
I'm wanting five more minutes
I am not alone.

Cut myself into pieces
this is my last resort

Suffocation
No breathing

Don't give a ****
My nose really is that big

(did I do this right?)