Awkward as
it may seem,
This poem
has no mean,
I have no
intentions to dream,
I said it; I
said it with a scream.
You see I'm
tired,
Of every
day’s retire,
To wake up
again to desire,
A jolly
day, though you can’t one hire
All
throughout day,
I work
none, and live astray,
Poem is
though always a way,
To get out
and express yourself anyway.
Therefore I
write a poem again,
Useless as
it may seem, it makes me rain,
With platform
joy, since I live on a train,
Which ends
a destination I can’t restrain.
Amazing, this useless poem took me less than 10 mins to write... i am so useless
