Lullaby of distortion
Woke me up,
Perfect overture for the commotion
Snags and tears piled up.
Gas my eyes that I may be blind
Can't stand anymore of this
An overeager godchild ballooned up my mind
I think I'm gonna explode, gonna explode, Miss.
Bad day blues, bad day blues
Do you hear me?
Bad day blues, shoot your boss
Oops, excuse me (heh)
I love my life, I sure do
But now it smells like- ooh!
To the ceiling, dropping like rain
Efforts seem in vain, in vain
Bad day blues, bad day blues
Today, god-day
Bad day blues, Miss use
Oh I need my booze!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you've got style and rhythm...just don't try so hard to rhyme...it's not always necessary. functionality and rhythm supersedes sound.