Poetry

I'm sitting here feeling really, really bored so I'm going to write some emo poetry that a really emo person would write. Unfortunately, I'm not a real emo person so everything I write is going to be the perfectly stereotypical emo person's poem:

Darkness

I sit here on this chair,
Why won't someone save me?
I'm dying of despair.

Woo. That's pretty readable isn't it? Chair-Despair. It rhymes. I'm so talented. GAH! I'm BORED. It's a Thursday night. I should be chilling with my peeps. Why aren't I chilling with my peeps? WHY?
I think I'll go google stuff. Hey, did I ever tell you about the time I google imaged perky? Huh. Well. Maybe you should try that out for yourself.

Or not. Your mum might come bursting into the room saying "I thought I told you to-OHMYGODWHATISTHAT?" And BAM you get grounded for the whole month.

I bet you're just DYING to google image it now aren't you?
AREN'T YOU?

Well-you've been warned.