Aahhhh what to do...

I'm so sick and tired of reading my poems

they all seem to sound the same

the same old lines the same old stories

of longing and long lost pain

about a boy, about a life

the same tune the same old vibes

don't you get sick of my poems too?

be honest and tell the truth

those corny lines, just like that

the same old rhymes, off the bat

maybe they're right I'm not all that good

maybe I cant write like I thought I could

I should study law or something instead

I would never get bills in the red

I'd pay off my debts and sit at home

I'd chatter all day long on my tiny cell phone

I'd have brunch at the "au de Paris"

I'd have a fireplace and biscuits and tea

I'd strut around with a Fendi bag that's bigger then my body

and I'd hyperventilate when my new Gucci's get muddy

I'd be an ordinary rich girl that's all

I'd spend enough money to buy a mall

but things like that, could certainly replace

all these stupid poems I have in my face

don't you agree?