I Shouldn't Be Writing This, I Should Be Writng That

Monster ideas about absolutely nothing
people want to me to elaborate
I can't
I could
I just don't,
prerogatives and cool stuff like that
I like NO
maybe I should be NikkiNo
cool ring to it.....

Life keeps pushing me around
so I kick back
and it seems to be working
I think,
maybe I should stop thinking
but then I would be in a coma
and who would wipe my butt?

Thoughts run a train on my befuddled brain,
fuck me with quasars and all types of other shit I can not change
lets think about eighth grade and last night,
some cake I ate six weeks ago,
but not what I'm supposed to be doing now......

There is a half glass of ice tea next to me
yes that bitch is almost empty
I should scream for my butler to refill this now!
but I don't have one,
why is realization is always a bummer?