Iterrobang

The desks sat in rows,
one, two, three, four,
and so on and so on and so on and so on
they sat with lines and dots and lead
-this looks like a 2-
Yes, maybe so.
The desks sat in columns,
one, two, three, four,
with plastered pundits interrogating,
egging on,
imploring-


One was limping, lying,
For what do we owe this show...
These are the only days I've got,
and I will never live them again.
I can not imagine what life is
to live only in my memory, I'm
wasting not even thinking of the days
of today, yesterday. Only tomorrow.
Only Tomorrow.