Well i guess im generally ok,
as the title would say.
But a title is just a fictionious hook,
to get you to take a look.
Now when i write,
i dont try to rhyme.
I dont have any set rules,
im not a rubric fuck.
I make my own rules because writing,
well, writing is art.
Im painting a picture of emotion,
a plethora of me, a blue, a green, a brown, a red mostly.
but happily the blue is me
And unmistakably the green is me
And undeniably the brown is in me.
Unbenounced to me the red is me.
And the meshing of the blue and red that is me
Turns out to be a green, that is conveyed mostly.
And thats where the line ends of me,
for i argue with myself,
a contradiction of conscienceness and awareness!
So generally i am angry
but im not stark raving mad.
And i wont have to kill you,
for sitting on my park bench.
Well life was "generally" made,
to live for god.
Hhahahahahahahhahah that makes me giggle,
I am my own god.
So does that make me concieded? If so, so be it.