Hopefully senselessly
I write electronically
(Thinking about not much)
I feel my thoughts starting to crunch.
Hoping inanity comes unto my text,
as I choose to free it in the Internet.
Time and my brain cannot act coherently,
for Time is older than any human living currently.
Bland as this may seem,
I'm afraid my wish hath gone flop
upon the floor to my disdain.
Lo, it shall live, for laughs have
yet to be claimed!
Alas, I wonder where my half-beat hath fled...
Honestly, I think my mind needs to ramble more.
As this post is rather chunky with my attempt
at silliness, which blinks and flickers like a failing bulb.
