I don't know how to write a poem,
I don't know how to rhyme,
I don't know why I bother here,
I think I'm wasting time.
But sometimes that's all I can do,
So I guess I'll just move on,
poems confuse the general mass,
And they don't relate to songs.
They think they are clever here,
But really they are blank as slates,
Their brains don't exist, it's just hot air,
And all they send is hate.
Sometimes I sit and think about
All the things we could do right,
We can end fighting and hunger,
But the human race just bites.