Fly The Coop
It's not proper It's scattered Unstructured Like I care It's just words Words that spill from my pen I can't use my mouth So screw it Screw punctuation I'm just chucking out words A former English major I'm jaded Done sitting here My brains feel scrambled Overcooked I just want to get out Right now There is nothing I want more Than to just go home Or away Far away Far from everyone else Alone By myself Blasting music out loud