I don't know

i don't know why i did forget...
Surely i do regret.
I lost the topic of the poem
Now look where's this goiin'

It's 3:07 in the night...
And here i am, i write...
No particular subject
So the poet had a defect...

it's the first time this has happened
i woke up 3 minutes ago and found the laptop opened
The poem i lost sounded grate in my opinion...
But hey, it's the generals public decision.

So i write this other rime
If i am not immortal i would leave something in time...
i would like to write a book.
yet i'm too lazy to clean or cook.

Yeah.. this is me..
The lazy bumblebee
Autumn is here and it's getting cold outside and in home.
I'm out of food where i roam.

I like the drugs...
Yet not like normal people in mugs...
Alcohol is bad
The legal drugs make me sad...

Since i'v had many examples of people dying from alcohol...
Rather than drinking i got at least one thinking.
i gues this is the time inspiration gose back to it's whole
and i ask myself will my friend be again drinking?

I really don't drink i don't like the taste
Yet when a bottle is handed to me in haste
Many times i can resist.
Alas they always persist.

And i ask in writing also: why is my faith so cruel?
And why do cars run on fossil?
Oh wait what?
This poem wasn't about all that.