I'm going to make
Songs about being alone
My theme songs now.

Look at my face.
Regarde mon visage.
Amst I bovvered forsooth?
Face bothered?
Bothered face?
I ain't even bovvered.

Jimmy cracks corn
And I don't give a damn
Because my tea's getting cold
And I'm out of chocolate.

My stream of consciousness
Is less awesome
Than T.S. Elliot's.
He must've had more tea
And better angst.