An Anti-thought

Bluerh!

I need write jibberish

Before I write, or it comes out

It comes out as

The biggest grisliest garb of crap

Why do I crave to say shit no one wants?

In ways, many have said before

If people know, why am I compelled?

No one would ever want to know either

The nicest thing I’ve heard

People don’t want to read how it grows

The joke is over,

All that which is left, is fun, my fun, our fun

And that is no story

You don’t get a story out of love,

You get it out of falling,

Passing by,

And exiting.

So stop-just-stop… rationalise and shut up!