All Day

All day 

Every day

I sit on my computer

 

And all day

Every day

Nothing's getting newer

 

And all the day I'm thinking

That I am having fun

And by the next I then realize

Exactly what I've done

 

All day

Every day 

I'm sitting in my class

 

And all day

Every day

I've got myself to ask

 

What am I to do today

To be more productive 

But by the time I found it out

Sleeping's what I did

 

And now that I'm asleep...

I can't wait to have more fun...

I'll be sure to  during the upcoming weekend...

And play with my Portal Gun

 

And all day

Every day

I'm sure to waste my time

 

And all day

Every day

I seem to feel just fine

 

So if you're reading this

And you do just the same

Gotta rethink your life choices

Before it becomes mundane

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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