Poetic License

I wrote a poem today. Actually I didn't mean it to be a poem It was like more of me trying to talk to kat on MSN while she's away doing sumthin. I ended up left alone in my thoughts so I called it my poem. Hey? what happened to poetic license!?!? All I can say is that it is pretty deep. Deepest I've ever had. Just please read on.


Watchtower

hmmm.... for some reason, i think i need a kiss..
weird thoughts
look!! a duckie!!
and it's yellow!!
hmm... im sure u wouldnt date a duckie...
it not only wears yellow, it IS yellow!!
MWAHAHAHA
my mad observing skills!
i should be a scientist!!!
or a soldier on a watchtower!!
hmmm...
or i can be an editor in the magazine "Observer"
or is it a journal?
or some other kind of publication?
hmm.. does it even exist?
or am i just drawing names from my subconscious?
y'know... how the subconscious works...
weirrrddd!!
why would observers write things in a publication anyway?
is this what boredome does to ppl?
boredom even!!
it kills ppl!!
i know a story when boredom killed a person!!!
this young guy who was drinking beer and was in the shower
and boredom sneaked behind the curtain and hacked him to death
tsk tsk tsk.. scary thought
so don't be bored!!
or drink beer!
or take showers!!!
hmmm... maybe sometimes u can
but not all the time
because if ur just taking a shower all the time, u cant sleep and eat
and watch tv
or play ur PS2
or PS3 when it comes out
...I think I need a kiss