So, this post is basically all about how YouTube ruined my life. Since the invention of this satanic website, I’ve developed an unhealthy addiction to talking animals and toddlers getting clotheslined by large objects. Instead of writing that 20 page paper that’s due in 14 hours, I procrasturbate to delightful, baby puppies. Anyway, to explain my point further, let me convey it to you in the form of
a song a poem this
cluster of words that kind of rhyme with each other.
I held dreams and aspirations,
Hard to tell as I work in a cube.
Forgotten plans to conquer nations,
Since the invention of YouTube.
Sits my manuscript, barely started,
What I have, critics will mock,
All because my insight’s departed,
To make room for talking livestock.
Furthermore, I do confess,
Writing is hard to focus on.
With my room, a constant mess,
And watching a guy obsessed with Tron.
I love to write, don’t get me wrong,
For this craft, I believe I was born.
Although, I type like Donkey Kong,
Because of Charlie the Unicorn.
I suck at poetry; it’s not my forte,
It all can be cured if I study lots.
Instead, I tend to waste the day,
By listening to this guy talk about knots.
I’m ending the poem here,
Because I’m busy today.
You get the picture,
Now go treat yourself to some beer or something.
P.S. Sorry, I got to run now. I will read everyone's' blogs tomorrow. Don't think I am ignoring you.