I have found my ridiculed head to be full of too many words
I find it hard to concentrate; it's becoming a motion sickness inducing blur.
I have scrabbled and scrunched and washed out my brain
In hopes that I can avoid the impending insane
So here I will lay all my weapons of war
The prose, the vocab, the fancy sentences I deplore
I won't spell check; I may make up a few things,
They may seem outrageous, but then again they may seem quite tame.
There will be no rules, no form, it will go fast.
This is the inner workings of my mind; it's not a fricken English class.
So pay it no mind, do not read and think
Just let the words attack you
Like when Britney Spears sings.
These are my thoughts, graffitied on this wall