March 23, 2011
By Anonymous

Sitting on my head, not a thought in me
The want of going to sleep in my bed.
Making my life seem such a bore to me,
Yet I have never thought of being dead
Sitting in the land of no place near good.
With no hat for my head needing a home,
Wishing I was a simple block of wood
Rather than what people call gnome.
I would actually be what is useful
Instead of being called gnome, so useless
Me being that for me is a doseful
Life for me would not be so meaningless.
Life for me afterward would be so good
Yes, life for me after that would be so good.

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