I don't know if this will make any sense to you but here it is,
Life is as blue as a question mark,
And as rough as chocolate pudding.
The problems bombarding my brain
Are as common as grass,
They make me pray like wet dogs,
And shake like howling wolves.
My mind is as nervous as jell-o,
And as perky as a plump pig
Begging to be shot.
I'm as eager as acne
And sure as a squirrel,
That my life will always be,
As blue as a question mark.
"A poem should not mean