Feelin kind of hyper

My nose is runny
My blog's not funny
I don't like to play gin, poker, or rummy

My hair is too frizzy
My life is too busy
I don't laugh at people who get in a tizzy

My friends move away
The world is all grey
I don't think I'll write in my blog on this day

I live for youtube
And coffee that's great
I put on a pot every morning by eight

I'm going to bed
I've got rocks in my head
I wish I could sleep but I'm rhyming instead.