when I Start Typing...
(ooc: i literally am just going to start typing. hopefully something representative of my normally sentient nature will result)
Military robots run in circles round my brain
Their footsteps sound like catastrophic bombs and gentle rain
I haven't the intention to remove them from my cranium
They need a place to stay and play and I have one to give 'em.
My name is Ozymandias and I am made of stone
I now lie on the sand as nothing more is of my throne
Look on my works ye mighty, if you see them give them back
The only thing that's left of me is bragging on a plaque.
Tell me if you find my mind, I lost it yesterday
I had to do some homework so I let it out to play
I haven't seen it since but I would really like it back
(something should inserted be, but not about the plaque (see above))
I love poetry and music and art and stuff
All of these are my hobbies though there's never time enough
I can't release an album and be doodling half the day
I also have to do some school and find some time to play.
I want to end this poem cause it's getting rather long
Though it's nothing near the 52 stanzas of Walt Whitman's "song"
I've tried a couple things but nothing seems to fit quite right
So I leave you with a thought "make tomorrow something to write"