Hunger pangs!

Munching on a pack of pringle
Wearing a slik shirt thats ohh so easy to wrinkle
The spell cheque is of,
As of late encashing self cheks makes me coff
Sunbathing on a deck
Remembering the ship thats now a wrek
Languages get muddled
Thoughts befuddled
But the point gets across
With a barely acceptable transmission loss
It depends on thermodynamics
Or maybe just the reputation of the mechanics.
Hiss popp Hiss.... a whole lot of static
Life is so easy when ur driving an automatic
Exceeded the speed limit
All to avoid being late by maybe a minute.
Its fun moving so fast
The only thing better is sitting atop the ships foremast
Being in control
Letting the bearings just roll
Ignoring friction
Being so nervous it shows in your diction
Rhymes written for a reason...
They're easy to do regardless of season...
With motivation gone...
Even the best off efforts is barely worth a moan...
The rhymes don't sound right
Maybe they're just reminiscing about Frank Wright.
Theres a passion thats amiss
Something that most would casually dimiss
Its not that bad
But the feelings just a li'l less than glad
It shows
But mostly you'll think i've just been overdoing the rows!