Soooo Tired

I’m so tired,

It’s hard to speak,

I’ll go to bed,

Until next week.

I’m so tired,

It ain’t just me,

The tiring tide

of misery

L O Little 1

Hello little one,

Where’ve you been and what’ve you done,

Now the day has long since gone,

Until tomorrow’s rising sun.

Disaster

Oh dear it’s a disaster,

To take of this damn plaster,

I should have ripped it faster,

And now I have no hair.

At least it aint infected,

Though I’m feeling quite rejected,

When my work is not inspected,

Why do I even care?

Drowning

In thought,

In fear,

In bed,

In beer,

I Couldn’t be

I couldn’t be,

It is not right,

It isn’t me,

So long, goodnight,

Real Fire

It is something I desire,

The heat of a real fire,

The temperature gets higher,

Until we all perspire.

But the feeling’s rather dire,

The cost to light a real fire,

So I’ll simply just retire

to bed, amidst the mire.

Wonder Why

If I never tried to wonder

why it often ends in blunder,

I might never see the truth

that I’m terribly uncouth.

The Non Coded Code

Algorithmic calculations,

Binary 1s and 0s,

Who’s writing this here poem,

That’s the secret no-one knows

Font

How can I write my poetry,

When I don’t know what I want,

The words they may come easily,

But I cannot pick the font.

help

Suddenly I’m lost, in peril,

I scream, I wave and yelp,

But all that noise is in my head,

So nobody comes to help.

Questions Without Answers

I ask myself the questions,

But the answers I don’t know,

Such as “what to do this morning”,

Or “which places shall I go?”

Perhaps the answer’s easy,

Just go with how you are,

And if that’s truly the case,

Then I won’t be going far.