For The Chubby and Socially Awkward

I rose to meet today's means and ends

Got by the school day with the help of some friends

Nothing too special, but nothing too naught

The weather was fine, not cold or too hot

A failed Precal test (Fuck that class!)

It won't keep me down long, it never will last

Turned in my Service hours (finally right?)

The end of the year is slowly coming in sight



I can't wait to get a camera just like them

To shoot and capture the world again



I'm getting rather sick

My throat is so sore

My nose is running

Like Olympians score


Hah! That was lame, a really lame rhyme

But what can you expect if I'm making up lines

Tomorrow is iffy, I just might stay home

And whisper quiet thoughts in my bed alone

I know I'll get better, somehow and some time

It's more to appreciate health when I'm fine