Good Morning world.
By the way,
I think Im gonna
Write today.
My heart and soul.
All that Ive got.
Splatter this scroll
with greasy mud.
If I should run
all out of ink,
Ill prick my finger
and use blood.
Spit on it. Genius.
Its pure bliss.
Set it on fire
take a p! $$.
Crumble it up,
throw it away.
Dig through
the trash.
Its still ok.
The sun just set.
Have a good night.
Tomorrow,
I think Im gonna write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem