ZA Poetry

Bombs are flying...people are dying
Stink is barking...teaches are marking (papers wrong)
Texaco's spilling...cancer is killing
Water is dripping...my parents are flipping
Money is tight...the boss wants to fight
Hormones are raging...my boss is paging (me)
The computer is broken...the demons have awoken
My car is stalling...alex's grades are falling
The couch is a mess...the 'net is protected by Bess :)
This chair is a-creaking...my inner-spirit is speaking
My desk is all sticky...and I feel all icky
The light bulb burnt out...I'm ready to shout
My mp3's are all erased...now I lots of empty space (not really)
A voice calls from overhead...I think it's time for bed.

Good night,
-Chris