New Year Shamble Brain Storm

i wanted to write a poem like the one i posted that was written some time late last year, but instead i just decided to brainstorm and post it so that the next time you find me not listening, or staring into space with a thoughtful look on my face, you will know when i answer 'nothing' to 'what are you thinking?' it is actually this:

fill me up with butter.
like no other
my other life was funner
and more grammatically correct
dont be circumspect
i just made a bet
ive got intuition
but im a sore looser
i loose big, i live small
in Second Life i'm tall
i like to fight, but i hate conflict
convict, convict!
blurb is the word.


today's lesson: not everything i think should go on my blog.

Discontent

mixy mixy,
this world is trixy:
it gives me hives-
the chics dont jive-
i still cant drive-
what makes me alive?

sexy sexy,
i'm on this trek, see.
i'm in a daze-
but such a laze-
Buddhists say:'take a gaze'
to whom do i owe praise?

taxi taxi,
drive until i'm in ataraxy.
now, don't misthink-
i'm just a gink-
we're on the brink-
here's a jink: Hyperlink!