Doesnt Make Sense

I think ill make something new! Something somewhat different with the words i spew! Something about lost love to be found. That will end up driven right into the ground. Or in a box called lost but not found. Or make something about death so hollow and sad. So sad it will move the hardest prison grad. Graduet. Get it? But anyways maybe not. Maybe ill write a story of a baller getting shot. But yeah ill probly not. Whats on your mind though? Have you got the time to find the time then let it go. Just grab a notebook and let it flow. Its like riding on a breeze nice and slow. Like flying a kind real low. Its easy unless its not simple. Like when you use big words to sound obedient. Which only rymes with words like expedient. I dont even know what that means, i just threw it into the ingredients. Sounds like a word thats rather deviant. I like to build my poems like a subservient structure. Im loosing it so bad my brains about to rupture. This write sucks it doesnt make any sense. Hence. The reason im on the damn fence. Becuase nothing i seem to do. Seems to make sense.