I tried to write a poem,
But couldn't make it work,
I tried to write a book,
But almost went berserk,
I tried for a degree,
Which I never did acquire,
I tried to light a match,
And created a big fire,
I tried to make a friend,
I offered her a smile,
But as I shook her hand,
She said she didn't like my style.
Everything I do,
Seems like one big mess,
Where my life will go,
Is anybody's guess.
But couldn't make it work,
I tried to write a book,
But almost went berserk,
I tried for a degree,
Which I never did acquire,
I tried to light a match,
And created a big fire,
I tried to make a friend,
I offered her a smile,
But as I shook her hand,
She said she didn't like my style.
Everything I do,
Seems like one big mess,
Where my life will go,
Is anybody's guess.

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