I think you must be sick of all these poems.
Why can’t this dude find something else to write?
I’m not that good, I can’t even rhyme “poems.”
I promise I’ll write something else tonight.
But what if I just want to loaf instead?
My Cities: Skylines won’t just play itself.
And it’s exhausting putting kids to bed.
I think tonight will just be for myself.
But I’ll be back tomorrow that’s for sure.
With tales of alcohol to write about.
Or maybe mental health will strike a nerve.
I don’t yet know, but I’ll figure it out.
When you subscribed this isn’t what you wanted.
Oh shit! I didn’t even mean to write this sonnet!