Monkeybutt Fuckknuckle

The day was salty like the sea
Not really but I’ll tell this tale
Of what the state is now of me
As I sit headachy and pale

My life is boring most the time
And only on occasion rare
Do I do something that might rhyme
With interests foul or interests fair

For instance on this windy day
Where Winter seemed to come right back
Forgot what I was going to say
You may suspect I’m smoking crack

I just sat down to eat a meal
I smell its fragrance as I type
I think I’ll end this metered spiel
Remember, don’t believe the hype

So nothing interesting now
Do I have left to say to you
My pasta and ground tasty cow
A schedule for my taste buds due!