IDEA
I have a great idea it seems to me and when I try to share it it still seems great to me but others have their own ideas to share oh woe oh woe is me they steal my thunder take my plunder eat all my electricity they spill my milk they make work and they make me dig again in the same place that eye filled they pour it on they make it loose they bring it on they make a noose they hang my effigy they make me cry these tears of bubbling try they seal my fate they tear me a new one they smoke and drink and partee some. When they have run out of clichés to toss at me they use my homelessness against me they are prude how rude they have become they sense that eye am one of the elite ones they make aspersions to my good namme they call aggression my middle namme they pull the wool down on my eye they say "he stinks " he never washes" he sleeps in that strang sleeping bag and hashes his dreams and loves hisself not while he eats but after gnashes he makes love to his violet flower and never sleeps he does not drink but never smokes he is a Holy Joe. It's my idea it's my brainstorm it's my brainchild its come from GOD so please kind reader please you let it linger longer than just once more make it last. OH good. Halleluiah.
They are chomping now at this my bit.
After all it was MY idea.
