Who needs a title?

Who needs a title?
It doesn't make the poem.
All it does is label,
and leaves little room to roam.

Who needs a label?
Why do we generalize?
I wish we would stop,
and open up our eyes.

Who needs a title?
A book, a poem, a king?
Oh of the superior title,
the praises we do sing.

What is superior?
It's the name of a lake.
Or what we wish to be,
creates satisfaction that is fake.

Soon

My spring break is almost done
But I'll keep having fun.
Until the moment I have to study,
and then I'll feel rather cruddy.
Because then I am rather lazy,
and the stress makes me rather crazy.

I really need to get more sleep,
as my tiredness so runs deep.
I stay online way to late,
and the next day, can't concentrate

What is this?

I like to rhyme, all the time.
But I'm not dr. Seuss, you silly goose.

All my poems are made up on the spot.
Otherwise in my brain, they would rot.

I'll keep this one short; it's of no import
except to say hi, and now I shall say bye