When he was seventeen years old,
your protagonist
asked his father
a question about heartbreak, his own perhaps.
The father
answered:
"Why would she love you?
I can see why?
You're acting like a *****
Each line a question,
demanding an answer.
Answers your protagonist
did not have.
So your protagonist
ventured out into the
world,
and became a rambler.
Rambling off nonsense
with the rapidity
of lemming chatter.
He became
the great Rambler,
mumbling about
love,
until even his dreams
became ****** up streams
of language.
He caromed off cliffs of reality
bumping against those barriers
of his fatherland
until he was hurtling
into the rambling ocean
to drown
unconsciously.
Mar 1, 2012
Mar 1, 2012 at 9:28 AM UTC
When he was seventeen years old,
your protagonist
asked his father
a question about heartbreak, his own perhaps.
The father
answered:
"Why would she love you?
I can see why?
You're acting like a *****
Each line a question,
demanding an answer.
Answers your protagonist
did not have.
So your protagonist
ventured out into the
world,
and became a rambler.
Rambling off nonsense
with the rapidity
of lemming chatter.
He became
the great Rambler,
mumbling about
love,
until even his dreams
became ****** up streams
of language.
He caromed off cliffs of reality
bumping against those barriers
of his fatherland
until he was hurtling
into the rambling ocean
to drown
unconsciously.
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