A poem by Kewlew

SOMETIMES I AM HAPPY SOMETIMES I AM NOT WHENEVER I AM NOT COLD IT'S BECAUSE I AM HOT CLOUDS ARE FLUFFY ROCKS ARE HARD MY STICK IS BLACK BECAUSE IT IS CHARRED; OUT MY WINDOW I'M LOOKING WINTER DRAWS NEAR I'M HAVING A BOWL AND DRINKING A BEER ONE THING'S FOR CERTAIN ONE THING IS TRUE THIS IS ANOTHER POEM A POEM BY KEWLEW