Reading is such a chore, but writing is an even bigger one.
I’m already bored, I’ll never write another one.
Why are you still here? We both know where this is heading.
It’s not like you really care, you’ll have to watch where you’re treading.
Apparently, a picture speaks a thousand words, but why can I never hear ’em?
I’m out here writing my words online, ‘cuz you can never tear ’em.
OOOOOOOOHH, Mic drop.
Poetry… Why Bother?