the words wont stop coming
i cant stop rhyming
i cant stop thinking
what the hell
theres nothing to tell
only words to spell.
i cant stop writting
my brain is refusing
my fingers keep moving.
i find things to rhyme
like 'you cant stop on a dime'
put the lime-
what?
in the coconut
and mix it all up.
what the fack.
my brain has gone haywire
my fingers are on fire
but my stress is way to much
with no relief but to touch
this pencil and pen
to write it all down,
but nothing useful is coming out.
im running out of room,
good night the fork said to the spoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem