Welcome 2015! The Not So Poemy Poem
Promises are now being written,
For tomorrow it will all be forgotten.
People are now getting beaten
by their own efforts of being something.
Life has started once again
And it seems that it has no end.
For the sun will rise once more
maybe after the air has mend.
Of all the things we see and do
Why do we explode stuff and make more soot?
Does mother Earth request more weed?
Maybe she don't but we still go woot.
I'm tired of doing this poem
Because I'm sleepy and need to sleep.
But now I'll plant my seeds
For tomorrow I shall start to reap.
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