What a difference a week makes, last time I was all set for one word “CONGRATULATIONS” despite everything and this one, three little words, not what you think, and that’s a warning if you want to continue. “The Devil’s Innocent Will” but me
Now I have two heads that hurt, well one I should ignore if I stop gazing at pretty girls. Still, not counting it as porn, Pinterest, Instagram, Twitter, some fond memories on Messenger (drools). “The Book Of Will,” well I’m selling my soul
Now I know why I lounge around in bed all day and why they called Daria “The Misery Chick” thinking hurts and most people have nothing but small talk, the big question that rests on my shoulders though. “Ow Went Will’s Head.”
Sometimes it’s as if I’m Link from The Legend Of Zelda, jumping from chest to chest but at least he gets something for his trouble and has all the time in the world to figure it out; I have THREE MONTHS. Willing Open Treasure Chest, or Pandora’s Box.
Usually, I’m a friend to the Earth but I’m more worried about two other blue balls, and it all started with me not wanting to get out of bed in the morning and reading “Breaking Beth” by Jennifer Bene, for more innocent days. “Five More Minutes Will”
Money over everything I heard in a song but first that starts with printing some books however the only sheets I seem to be interested in are the ones in my bed and what does that say about me. A Million Dollar Will
I did not mean to go so dark but when you go from thief to slave, to joke, and the nothingness begins to regain an appeal, but I’m feeling that hole with cash because money makes me Happy, bury me with it, Thought I Saw Will.
All I do is win when it comes to “Camp NaNoWriMo” and the only time I start buying new clothes with their emblem, my idea of a championship belt but when my wallet fat and my son has a diamond water bowl will I be the champion. Will Fight For Titles.
Still dreaming about counting gold and not sunlight, I suppose I’ll see enough of it when the work day’s through, and no I don’t mean the day job; to have a woman dragging me to bed, who’s not my mother, who knew. Will Rest Soon Enough
Books make one smarter and rap music; not to give credence to any government study but I only listen to it when I’m angry, so I start each day feeling good, listening to my Show Me The Money playlist. Gee-whiz Or G Will