Gather at my knee, all ye neighbourhood kids & heed these words to the wise: use Sisyphus’ tissues if you’re wiping weeping eyes.
Audacity of hope, Barack? More like jolly-hockeystick-in-your-throat, I’m-alright- Jack barefaced cheek when baby boys & girls are the pearls we hurl before this Swine of a Life.
Why every day a little more hope dies! Somewhere some schmuck’s last hope just died, & they hope they might soon die.
‘Where there’s life, there’s hope’: fool’s hope on which you’ll choke the day you find vital signs might be ‘Thunderbirds Go!’, but your zest is as dead as a d-d-d-d- pterodactyl, d'oh! Ditto. D'oh? Ditto. D'oh? Ditto.
Paul Celan & Primo Levi made it out of Auschwitz alive, but both topped themselves decades after the Lager, knew treacherous Hope, not Fear, queued up for disaster.
But you gotta laugh aintcha, like a supervillain - mwah-ha-ha-hah! Or a supervillageidiot - yurk yuk yuk yurk!
Why every day a little more hope dies! Somewhere some schmoe’s last hope just died, & they hope they might soon die.
'Where there’s life, there’s hope’, fool’s hope on which you’ll choke the day you find vital signs are all ‘Thunderbirds Go!’, but your zest is as dead as a d-d-d-d- archeopteryx, d'oh! Ditto. D'oh! Ditto. D'oh! Ditto.
Hope springs eternal, like self-harming haemophiliac's on draught cuts. Hope stings infernal, like Satan’s futon of massed wasps’ butts.
Doctor, doctor, dearie me doc, my get up ‘n’ go has ****** off. Since life is a *****, Hope must be the ***** support machine.
Why every day a little more hope dies! Somewhere some schlub’s last hope just died, & they hope they might soon die.