bored to death
nothing to do around here,
yearning to be busy,
may be i should eat something, but your conscious says"your belly ain't rumbling honey"
pouting till you fall a sleep,
ugh i'm so bored to death

first day of fall

the wind breezing as the beat of jazz,
once green leaves into orange, dancing to there deaths,
animal feasting for the winter or going for a warmth vacation,
humans wearing jackets from jazzy breeze,
cause it's the "first day of fall".
Titi Mc