While I write this poem
It makes my brain want to explode
I wish one of these burdens would be gone
So that my brain will easily load
Sitting in front of a paper and pen
Almost pulling off all of my hair
Finish this? I don’t know when
Still trying to come up with words to pair
I mimic Senator on the five hundred peso bill
Still can’t get the words right
This project binds me with a tight seal
Thinking this throughout the night
Wait, hold up
Looks like this poem is finished
But it seems I can’t stop
Please help me from the new problem I got
