Stream Of Conscience Poetry

As I sit and type this note
I wrote a word that could be heard around the world
What kind of girl says stuff like that
My name is Matt
I don't eat cat food
That's lude and lascivous behavior
Don't waver on your vow
Holy cow that shiz be dope
Hand me that rope you bashful begger
Ralph Nader never done nothin for me
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
That chunnel races through England town
Get down and be heard
Nerds need love too
Pick one up at the mall
Have a ball but don't stay out too late
Be mindfull of the date
Your mate can't let too much time fly by
High apple pie in the sky goodbye