Shut Down

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