To Eddie:

We've never met before, but I can see your eyes so deep. As you follow me around, and before you go to sleep. You'll carry a security plush, and look to me for approval. I'll probably scrub your scruffy head and call you a little noodle. One day ill get to meet you, tho now your just an egg. I'll discipline you properly and teach you not to beg. Often I dream about, my own child to hold. Who I can hand a fleece blanket too when you feel so cold. Who I can tuck inside your bed, and gently kiss your beautiful head. Then when I lay myself down for the night, ill pray to God all holy that you'll grow up alright :)

my confession poem to being an app addict :)

I decided to get online..and click a button that says play. Then all of a sudden, my mind was corrupt by this app everyday. I could not stop the clicking, my mouse was even sticking. but as i collected points and coins, and the computer went boinga boing. I realized I had a problem. Yet as I type this poem, I realized uh no uhhm? I forgot to upgrade my convenience store...I feel like an app whore! Im stuck on button after button ,of useless app and mutton. I could make better use of my time, says the person writing this corny rhyme. but its back to..simcity.