One time, i wrote a poem
On a piece of paper with 
No lines.
And i cried,
Smudging all the little letters.
The ants drowned by
Saltwater.
They thrashed and thrashed and thrashed,
But could not come up for
Air.
And on the day i wrote a poem
On a piece of paper with no lines,
i drowned.
Right there with those little ants,
Thrashing
In saltwater.