Another Weird Poem

I wonder about a skyscraper. I imagine if it could caper. Around town. Making skyscraper sounds. As if a building could smile. Windows lit up to be seen for miles. I write about a skyscraper that’s meek. My poetry is a bit unique. It’s a bit of an illness but not a curse. It’s just a harmless, silly verse. That’s all I do with my powers. Is write nonsense for hours. It’s just a bit odd. To write about a skyscraper’s nod. I can only write about thoughts within me. So I write about a skyscraper on a swing set with a tree. My poetry makes them wonder. And then I write another. A poem that’s different, but just as unsound. So they forget about the skyscraper that runs around.