As I sit on my chair trying to find a perfect rhyme
I type these words straight to this lap top of mine
Think, think, think but still no thoughts flowing in
Alone with just a beer and a big butter popcorn tin
Today is just like yesterday and just like everyday
Nobody to talk to and to share my feeling of dismay
Forgive me if this is the worse poem you've ever read
But if I don't let this fingers type, I'll probably be dead
