Where, Oh Where!

I looked high and low at the club.

I searched far and wide, across the bay!

Where, oh where is my goat

Jaccob Whiteaker; "Yay"?

So, now I bleed behind my disguise,

The optics to find him are looking bleak.

In my chamber, I pray to find that which I seek.

When I see you again, I'll be on cloud nine.

But I know not, if it is him that I will truly find...

For what if yay, was really a way of thinking

That all my years of sorrow, nights spent drinking

Was part of yay all along...

Misery and sadness were just yay holding strong.

Thus, it is inherent to 'yay'-ness to suffer

For even though I think myself tougher, my spirit is quashed,

I now know the truth.

My goat is washed.

did you actually take the time to make this wholeass poem abt yay

8/8 I will not be making another bait review post today nut this is an 8/8

CanadaMan [#3]

8/8 I will not be making another bait review post today nut this is an 8/8

Thanks, I work hard to bring forth innovative content. This Goomana stuff has run it's course I fear, so I have to go back to roots!

kinda disappointed that the word 'envy' wasnt used

BoF7ooM [#5]

kinda disappointed that the word 'envy' wasnt used

I wanted to but andbox too, but I changed the rhyme scheme too much that nothing made sense