My drink's in a paper cup;
A pencil on my lap.
I'm thinking of words, to drop;
A tiny babble and some crap.

My cup is empty;
No more drink but tea.
My pockets are out of pennies;
The dogs are eating me.

My momma comes to see me;
My mind is out of key.
Trembling attacks my knees;
She cries to me, in plea.

Dibble, dibble, dwabble;
Dibble, dibble, dee.
Nothing's inside me but trouble;
Throw me out, in crumbles.

Confusion seizes me;
Crazy me, crazy me.
Nervousness, down my eeky spine;
I'm getting out of line.

Dibble, dibble, dwabble;
Dibble, dibble, dee.
Nothing fills me up, but babble;
Squash me up, into rubble.

Laughter seeps into my soul;
Racking me up, awhole.
Better get me that pole;
I might fall into that filthy hole.

- Diwa