Poetry....

So im sitting at my desk in my small but adorable little dorm room.. Its 7am and literally I cant think of a poem. I dont mind Poetry and I, if given the moment is right, can get some really deep ideas to wrap around a simple topic. But today, My creativity is gone and Im fresh out of ideas for the morning. Sociology cant come soon enough when that 8am class mark arrives. I want breakfast but am too lazy to walk downstairs to the Valley 2 dinning hall. Trying to write a poem is becoming a little similar to my Lambo and I... I dont have a Lambo.......



Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
This Poetry isnt easy.
Now where is my shoe?

Over-N-Out

Paige