Speak Up (7)
This is a really shit poem about nothing, with no respect for anything, especially not the rules of poetry. If you choose to read it, you are probably wasting your time and you will be disappointed.
 
I’m a sinner
I’m a winner
I’m a kick arse backyard spinner
 
Im a boozer
Im a loser
Im a 2pm on the couch midweek snoozer
 
I’m a grinner
Cook me dinner
Make sure it’s not too much if you want me thinner
 
I’m a cruiser
Once a bruiser
Left it all out on the field cause now I’m more a muser
 
Insert Awkward Segue
 
They told me I should save my money
And that I should learn the answers
At the end of the day it adds up to nothing
But this line that should rhyme with nothing
 
Now let me take you back to the first verse
Read it again but this time read it in reverse
It still means nothing, but you looked for something
To overthink it all is an over taught curse