Purple nails, they clack along the keyboard.
Typing this tripe, listening to Metallica,
Chatty chat, I go. My replies may be slow,
You know? Running out of rhymes, so I’m not gonna.
I’ll just type stuff, no idea of what’s coming,
Quick change that loathsome track!
Correct that spelling mistake,
Reply to that IM! Hey, turn Jason’s bass up!
Ah, my punctuation messed up there. Corrected.
I kinda wanna smoke, but I’m giving up. Health important and stuff.
I wanna kiss Kitten with fresh breath. Thoughts, nice ones.
Too many really long lines in this... thing.
What the hell is it?
Is it really a poem? Nope, I can’t do poetry. Or can I? You judge.
Erm, yeah, I’m just rambling randomly laughing,
Correcting shit as I go.
Random semi-poem, or something of that ilk.
‘Nother IM, ‘scuse.
Laugh as she proclaims to get lost in t’internet.
Really ought to go to bed.
Goodnight, or not.
Kitten, where are ya? Will ya snuggle with me?
Kitten, Kitten, I love you. A lot.
Hold me, hold me all night, I’ll hold you back.
Kittylove.