And he sat there, with all the worry in the world.
Silence and noise all at once.
He sat there thinking…
“What shall I have for lunch?”
When the stats go dry, and true love dies.
No new posts, the promises were a lie.
So I try to do some drawings on cups of the good stuff.
Using my time wisely, trust me.. the days are tough.
Who knew, writing nonsense would be such fun.
And when it rhymes, my followers like it a ton.
So views, views, where art though views?
Stats are now rolling in, two by two.
Reading is such a chore, but writing is an even bigger one.
I’m already bored, I’ll never write another one. Continue reading “Reading is such a chore, but writing is an even bigger one.”