I’m falling
On the flip side words rowling.
I’m sober
I made noise in October.
But the boy’s banking classes
As if the school won’t report such cases.

Is writing what I really love
I’ll be called to prove.
Is being lazy my hobby
I seem too happy,
and are my parents proud
By Seeing me lose a pound.

Lizzy please tell Maggy
I miss her.
Grams please tell mom
I’m sick
and Jude
Please don’t tell my dad I called you dude.

I’m afraid to hit the gym
The boy’s busy with a rhythm.
I’m way too cocky
Their mistake was to name me Bradley
and I appriciate the scripts I make
Even though some are still fake.
My poetry’s weaker
As if I’m not a record breaker.