So, here's the first poem of mine that I'm allowing folks to lay their eyes upon here. It's by no means my first poem; I selected it at random.
"Entropy of the Soul"
A poet's soul Is not without movement A poem of the soul Is not without movement This is why, at times, It becomes lost This is why, at times, It loses composure In a state so dynamic, How can it not but Become entropic, at times?
Yes, it's true. It has actually been true for five days. Classes are over for this semester. I'm in the PCL right now, flanked by numerous volumes of Bangladesh Bank Bulletins (O_o). I'm about to get back to studying for my four final exams, each having it's own unique scent of doom that fills my nostrils every time I open a book, read notes, step inside a building, step outside a building, scratch my head, sit on a toilet, or breath. . . . Basically, I'm going to be setting a personal best for number of times spent headdesking. I'll try stuffing my nose with Kleenex, but that will likely be for naught.
When I'm lyin' in my bed at night I don't wanna grow up Nothin' ever seems to turn out right I dont wanna grow up How do you move in a world of fog Thats always changing things Makes me wish that I could be a dog When I see the price that you pay I don't wanna grow up I don't ever wanna be that way I don't wanna grow up
Seems like folks turn into things That they'd never want The only thing to live for Is today... I'm gonna put a hole in my TV set I don't wanna grow up Open up the medicine chest And I don't wanna grow up
I don't wanna have to shout it out I don't want my hair to fall out I don't wanna be filled with doubt I don't wanna be a good boy scout I don't wanna have to learn to count I don't wanna have the biggest amount I don't wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight I don't wanna grow up They all go out and drinking all night And I don't wanna grow up I'd rather stay here in my room Nothin' out there but sad and gloom I don't wanna live in a big old tomb On Grand Street
When I see the 5 o'clock news I don't wanna grow up Comb their hair and shine their shoes I don't wanna grow up Stay around in my old hometown I don't wanna put no money down I don't wanna get me a big old loan Work them fingers to the bone I don't wanna float a broom Fall in love and get married then boom How the hell did I get here so soon I don't wanna grow up
