Introduction:
My name is Mors
It's weird I know
I work at a store
I am actually pretty poor
I try to write stanzas
In an empty paragraph form
It's not going well
And my hand's becoming sore
My mind is empty
And college is hard
Life now has no meaning
Because my path is becoming dark
My family is scarce
My popularity is worse
I tried to get a lover
...and that I had to cover
However,
There is some good
Such as whenever
There is ever any food
I should wrap this up
Class starts soon
Sorry about this
Interrupt in the tune.
YOU ARE READING
My Toxic Thoughts
PoetryAbout a guy named Mors who's sadly inept his life is scary and somewhat unkept However he's still alive in a sense walking through life without a defense