I am blinded by the bright light
of extreme and utter melancholly folly.
It consumes my shadowy friends.
The depths of my heart yearns -

For some whinging.

I look to the stary sky -
I see their names imprinted in a summary
of ashy flower lava teers of humilty.
Alas - a spelling mistake.

"WHINEY TENAGER".

The letters consume my wondering soul,
like a wondering antarctic banana,
on a cold and lonely angsty
Thursday rainy wondering afternoon.

The wondering willow trees
of melancholly folly
take root in my free country.

Poor Abdul Megawatti Sugarno Pootree -
He lives in Africa.
His penis had aids
and his family were shot by
the extreme Sudanese foreign Militia with AK47's
in front of his very eyes.

But alas, there is no time to spare
my melancholly folly thoughts
for Abdul Megawatti Sugarno Pootree.
For my thoughts are already consumed
with the gaping gashes of the thought
...... that my playstation II ........ is broken!

IT'S MY PARENTS FAULT!
THEY SHOULD BUY MORE
MELANCHOLLY FOLLY PLAYSTATION II'S
FOR ME

AND THEY SHOULD LET ME GO TO MORE PARTIES AND DRINK BOOZE AND GET DRUNK, DESPITE THE FACT IT HAS A DETRIMENTAL EFFECT ON MY BODY, MIND AND MOOD, NOT TO MENTION MY BREATH! DESPITE THE FACT MY PARENTS, IN THEIR YEARS OF EXPRERIENCE KNOW BEST, I KNOW BEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND ITS NOT LIKE BEING A PARENT IS HARD OR ANYTHING! IT'S THE EASIEST JOB IN THE WORLD!!!!

I know best
Because I
Yes I
Me
Over Hear!

I am a Melancholly folly teenager
whose moods go as they please.
All shall bow down to me.

Because as the clock strikes midnight,
and as the anvils run away into the night,
I shall wear black clothes and stay in doors,
as not to get a tan.