Thinking in poetry
Thinking so woefully
I want to stop thinking
And play a clown
Shut my head up
Pour some wine in my cup
Tommorow I\'ll regret
Shutting it all down
But tommorow is non existent
Though awfully persistent
Who needs Sunday morning
When Saturday is still around
I could die tonight
But that would be alright
Because at least I know
I won\'t die with a frown