my nunin poem

it's hard to type on this keyboard.... the light from the lamp doesn't seem to... reach....the....keys.... maybe i'll move it.... i went blog hoping just now and came to one conclusion... everybody becomes a poet when they open a blog account.... and blogs are basically people yelling out what they want others to hear but know they never will.... ok that's two conclusions.... well like now ... who am i talking to... you? no ... not really... i think i'm talking to myself.... but i'm really just trying to yell out how i feel to someone or label the way i feel so noticably that maybe....by some weird turn of events.... my true love will read and we will finally start a secret e-mail love affair...ohwell.... but since everyone becomes a poet on the blog i have decided to deny myself the right to poetize.... or .... well.... write poetry... on my blog... because ... i mean the best thing that could come out of it is more hurt for me and the ones reading.... my poems litterally suck the buttay anyways.... here's my best stuff.....
i love to blog....
it is fun....
i wouldn't blog....
if i were a .... nun...
because blogging is forbidden to nuns...
and.... the pope would probably have his way with me which wouldn't be fun ....
because not only is he dead but very wrinkly... and polish....
so now do you(infinite space, time, and cheese fries away) understand why i just can't keep my poetic charm online.... it could hurt someone... really badly... man... i hope you never read this!