'Twas midnight in the schoolroom
And every desk was shut
When suddenly from the alphabet
Was heard a loud "Tut-Tut!"

Said A to B, "I don't like C;
His manners are a lack.
For all I ever see of C
Is a semi-circular back!"

"I disagree," said D to B,
"I've never found C so.
From where I stand he seems to be
An uncompleted O."

C was vexed, "I'm much perplexed,
You criticise my shape.
I'm made like that, to help spell Cat
And Cow and Cool and Cape."

"He's right" said E; said F, "Whoopee!"
Said G, "'Ip, 'Ip, 'ooray!"
"You're dropping me," roared H to G.
"Don't do it please I pray."

"Out of my way," LL said to K.
"I'll make poor I look ILL."
To stop this stunt J stood in front,
And presto! ILL was JILL.

"U know," said V, "that W
Is twice the age of me.
For as a Roman V is five
I'm half as young as he."

X and Y yawned sleepily,
"Look at the time!" they said.
"Let's all get off to beddy byes."
They did, then "Z-z-z."

I wish it would all go away.
the pain
the hurt
the sorrow


This life has enough of the
pain
hurt
and sorrow

More gets added and you don't know how to deal with
the pain
hurt
and the sorrow

Is the love (friendship) real or is it just my imagination
the pain
hurt
and sorrow

A connection so strong like no other
the pain
hurt
and sorrow

When will it all go away when will it stop
the pain
hurt
and sorrow

I just want the love, the friendship and everything that goes with it
even the pain
the hurt
and the sorrow

Just as long as I have you in my life I'll take it all and then some
even the pain
the hurt
and the sorrow

And I'll always be there for you no matter what
through the pain
the hurt
and the sorrow.

Every single word I say
Will haunt me again someday
Take your fill
I will

All the letters that I write
Will return just out of spite
Like a kid I left at someones door
They'll knock on mine
Be wanting more
Take your fill
I will

Every time I close my eyes
I know they're up there in the skies
Waiting for things to go south
So they can crawl back in my mouth
Take your fill
I will

Chinese boy
under the street lamp
Heavy jackets from Russia
It wasn't cold like this back home

The City is the wild
It is mad here
the laws of nature were wiped away
long ago

I sit and watch
the foreigners require control
My presence is my pay
I left you for this?

Sweet girl
Look up at the stars for me
I miss you both
It wasn't cold like this back home

A little was to go
A little was to journey
A little more to reach
the meadows of green
where destiny thrives
as flowers and leaves

As it glanced the miles
it left behind
a snail's ambition
to conquer a peak
was indeed a dream  
within its reach

As a second walked by
the foot of a man
stamped the snail
and mercilessly climbed
to conquer the peak
which was once a dream
to a being who struggled
a century in vain

There was none to mourn
the death of the snail
none to hear
its final heartbeat
but a million to praise
a man who stole
the life of a snail,
as key to the door
that opened to show
the meadows of green
where destiny thrives
as flowers and leaves

"No, the serpent did not
****** Eve to the apple.
All that's simply
Corruption of the facts.

Adam ate the apple.
Eve ate Adam.
The serpent ate Eve.
This is the dark intestine.

The serpent, meanwhile,
Sleeps his meal off in Paradise -
Smiling to hear
God's querulous calling."

Love's the boy stood on the burning deck
trying to recite "The boy stood on
the burning deck." Love's the son
        stood stammering elocution
        while the poor ship in flames went down.

Love's the obstinate boy, the ship,
even the swimming sailors, who
would like a schoolroom platform, too,
        or an excuse to stay
        on deck. And love's the burning boy.