When there is no purpose to getting up

Then don't

Sooner rather than later,

You'll need to anyway.

Might be you needing to relieve yourself,

Needing to scratch that random itch on your leg.

One by one,

These things will lead to bigger things.

You don't have to care about it to see the value in it,

You'll do it until you see it.

Life is like a huge puzzle,

You don't get to see progress until it's nearly finished.

Some pieces seem like they go together,

But they just need some readjustment.

To be moved.

To be flipped.

It all just means to see with a different view.

There is no end to life

Because even afterwards,

It will be your turn to be that one piece in someone else's life.

Daddy's still asleep,

I feel needy.

I'd call him an asshole but we all need.

I wanna play.

But it's no fun without him.

So I'll let the suspense build up,

Then make him play with me .

And just maybe,

I'll let him win.

This poem is shit,

But I think we all knew that

Cause why not?

Daddy's asleep

I'm not happy

It's like having a thorn stuck on your side

It feels like nothing at first

But only gets worse the more it goes

This poem is cheesy ass fuck

I'm cringing so bad

Legit not into prose

Would rather be bottomed hard

With the same thorn

I need a life

Good thing

I'm hotter than some shit your mother

Cook in a saucepan

I would like to go to Hell. The main reason for my trip to the Underworld would be to achieve world domination. Going to Hell would be a vital step for this plan to work. Once I arrive at the gates of Hell I will be greeted by a few low-leveled demons and be given a map to guide myself to the darkest parts of Hell. I would try to find people who have gone through the highest level of torture and take a few pictures, get some dismembered limbs , ask a few questions, and continue the routine all over again. I will go to local apothecary shops and get lit potions to use for manipulation, healing, pain, disease, and more. Basically a whole arsenal of deadly drugs that will ensure I won’t be messed with when I get back to topsoil.

When my trip to Hell is about to end, I will bring a few imps with me, courtesy of Satan, and imprint them on me so that they will listen only to me and not try to kill me in my sleep. I’ll also bring a few precious minerals that are considered nothing more than pebbles in Hell. Once I show the people of Earth the souvenirs, no one will be able to call me a liar and I will be able to make up a story of how everyone is going to die if they don’t build Satan a palace paired with an indoor spa and arcade rec room. Then I will appoint myself keeper of such said palace and put it under my name. I will fool everyone into thinking that they are saving themselves but in reality, I will live a very opulent lifestyle provided by foolish people who have nothing better to do.

I might even sell my own version of indulgences and make mad money off people. Scratch that, I will do that. I will continue to do this until I have achieved my ultimate goal - world domination. I will be known as the ruler of all mankind and make myself a self-proclaimed god. Soon overtime, people will forget Hell had ever existed and will know only me and my mercy.

Over the years, I will collaborate with aliens and extend my mortality to that of a few millenium. In time, I will not need the help of aliens and will make myself immortal. As an immortal I will create my own planet and it will be a frozen wasteland. The reason I will choose it to be frozen is so that other species won’t consider conquering my planet. My people will not be resilient to the cold but I will provide them with shamans whom I have gifted the power of heat. This will force my people into worshiping me for all eternity because I will be their only salvation. However, soon I will get bored and will look to other places for entertainment. This would lead to me finding other alien races and forcing them into a prison planet. This prison planet will be impossible to escape from due to the violent and deadly atmosphere that will only allow spaceships to go through but will get destroyed upon entrance. This will ensure that the prisoners will have no way to escape the planet. I will then infest the planet with lava hippos, dragons, poisonous mosquitoes, goblins, man-eating chickens, etc.

The aliens would be living there for thousands of years and out of nowhere - a god will descend from the heavens. Because it had been so long that the aliens had seen someone come from the skies and have been there so long that they forgot their own language, they will be terrified. I will use their own fear against them and tell them that I created them and that I put them through a test and that only a few passed. With this being said, the alien races will be wondering what exactly the test was. After leaving them in suspense in a few days, I will tell them that the test for them was to coexist with other races. Since all the alien races were once very hostile with each other, this would have been very difficult for them save for just a few. They will be so distraught that they will beg for my mercy and again I will let them beg for a few days until I finally come up with a good task for them. Since I have never had one before, I would tell them to capture a dragon and tame it so that I may ride it. Of course this is a suicide task but I have been bored for several millenials so this is perfect sport for me. I will watch these alien races compete against each other on who can tame a dragon the fastest. However, what they won’t know is that these dragons are actually shifters and that they have magical powers that they have kept hidden from the alien races. The dragons knew that this would happen so when the first alien approached them, they encased them in lava leaving the alien preserved perfectly and sent the statue down the mountain to the other bands of aliens waiting for the signal from the first alien. The aliens were so terrified upon seeing this sight that they fled in terror and accidently touched the mine bomb they had set up to lure the dragons out and killed themselves.

Soon the entire prison planet was in terror because the whole dragon race retaliated and was picking them off the ground one by one. The aliens, now completely scared sh*tless, prayed for help...but help never came. By now, I decided to retire from my job as a self-made god and have appointed the Dragon King to take over my reign. However, the aliens don’t know this yet and everytime that they pray to me, the dragon overlords torture them. Taking a long sip of lemonade, I lean back on my expensive patio chair on my paradise planet, handcrafted by me, overlooking the mermaids swimming and let out a long sigh of accomplishment. My job here is done.

I would rather eat my food off a syphilis-infected hooker…

I would rather tip over all the candles in a church…

I would rather dust the shelves in a hoarder's house…

I would rather be an overweight soccer mom…

I would rather endure the weird tasting green meat found in first-world countries…

I would rather lick the bottom of a toilet brush…

I would rather run across the desert in only my underwear and a bag of lemons…

I would rather have gum forever stuck on the bottom of my shoe…

Than to be without you.