My brain is broken.

My brain refused to get up and work this morning, so I tried putting water in my cereal. Then I screamed at my T.V to turn on. So when I woke up, I wrote a poem:

Art
When the paintbrush hits the canvas, it becomes a masterpiece.
When the pen hits the notebook, it's a story,
When I hit you, why isn't it as beautiful?

Lovely, ain't it?
And then I just sat on my computer (Yes. I sat on it.) Rephrase: When I sat IN my chair and turned ON my computer, I just did nothing.  Then I sat around. My brother is in Wisconsin. NEW POEM:

Stupidity
All the world is stupid,
all the world is bland,
when they go and get their coffee,
Oh isn't it grand?

My brain is broken. Don't expect many posts.