04/12/2006
Speak #5 I Need A Nap
Me: Dang another day of torture.
How many times do I have to draw a stupid tree?
I just don’t get it. I feel like I’m three.
Let me find a tree and torch it.
Let me go to my closet.
I need a nap.
I do kind of like art,
But who knows if I’ll grow up
I just move through the motions
I play my part.
Leave me alone.
I need a nap.
I’m soooo tired. I’m always tired.
I can hardly open my eyes
when I can I see things expired.
My eyes have no room for cries.
My closet’s the place for me.
I need a nap.
Don’t look at me.
I need a nap.
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