I am sick of being sick,
stupid colours and party tricks
toddlers and walking sticks
dripping cuisines and toothpicks
I am tired of being wired...
jabbering boxes, green and tiered;glowing screens, undesired...
faces, steaming, hot, perspired
I am lonely of my self, and only
I dont want a jennifer conelly
to make my rhyme stick strong and conely
now If I was a poet..IF only... [I cant write...and I am running out of excuses...]
