I did not;

I didn't have a book on my person today,
To type is much easier, lest the feel has faded away,

My creativity is starving in spite of keeping up with things not yet legal,

My life has turned into turmoil, I don't know when to eat,
My body will start to crumble and lead me towards retreat
;I am not hidden, the sun's shine will not embrace today.

Another case of self-denial, one more life down the sink,
I did not ask for help, you know everyone sees it for a joke,
My humour will be the end of me, they say.
But i'm not singing for the group,
I'm all out of key,
Defeats the purpose of doing it alone, don't you think?

Yet i'm still having fun complaining;

I DID NOT have sex by my lonesome last night, boo-ya!