Sunday, March 16, 2014

Target

I love, love, love Target and this is a poem expressing my love for that store. Enjoy.

Target
Cute shoes, discounts
Love this shirt
Buy this or that?
My wallet hurts

Oh, look at that
This is fun
Friends would love this
Buy one for everyone

I hate this store
I love this store
Where's my money?
I wish I had more

Walk in Target
You'll never leave
Doubtful? Go to the store
Then you'll believe

Your money will be gone
In the blink of an eye
You'll want that, that, and that
You'll want to buy, buy, buy, buy

Why do we love
This store again?
Oh, yeah. Cute stuff
Let's jump right in.

It's Not What I Feel

   This one is a little blunt. Sometimes I start feeling all depressed and thinking how hard my life is, then God reminds me that all that is wrong is that I am wallowing in self-pity. This is my thought process in rhymes.

It's Not What I Feel
Feeling down
What can it be?
Depression?
No, not me

Broken heart?
Not a chance
But, what is wrong?
Why can't I dance?

Racking my brains
For why I'm sad
Then I'm angry
This is bad

It just hit me
The truth is gritty
It's a simple party
Of self-pity.