Bottoms Up

witty
sarcastic
my poems do read
like a child who's starving
and easy to feed
I make that quiet simple
a point is right there
for anyone looking
or wanting to share
I write for my freedom
I write for my fun
I write for no reason
and I type with my thumb
now Dr Suess would be proud
as I rhyme like a child
oh look at me now
I'm rhyming like wild
does this have a point
I am not quite sure
should I open a book
or just open my door
the world is right here
just look out the window
it's passing me by
while I wonder why
I just can't make it stop
no matter how I try
this rhyming is soon
going to make me just cry
no there is not a point
as I write this one line
I just sit here alone
feeling just fine
yes I'm half drunk
or on a slight buzz
will it ever matter
how sober I was??