Crazy Girl Poem by Michael Budwah

Crazy girl is in this world,
she thinks she's attractive,
climbing different hills,
such as things that build,
fighting and fusing,
no time for childish games,
or little lames,
steep hill, really kills,

I mean, does she really, who she think she is,
thinks she's it, question mark,
exclamation mark shows my expression,
she gets me mad and never sad,
truthfully she has no looks,
not to be mean or anything,
but come on, look at me,
no smiling or frowning,

Just drowning in sorrow,
for what she said,
to me an my beastie,
she upset us all, never the lest,
i think of her nothing besides a pest,
sleep in thy nest,
fresh eggs wake me up,
but never the awaking of a mean text,
friendship is done, oh thank god.