You need to look in the mirror more

Never, forever, whatever.

 

I cant write and i can rhyme,

and as for you, i dont give a dime.

So put that pencile down on your page

and let your spirit find her way.

 

Because your mind has come so drab,

and cobwebs hang from empty selves

that once were filled with pages, so clean and new

long forgotten, turned to dust

that clutters the broken coble stone floor

of your once victorious mind.