And the fish they all continue swimming
even though the water is all now gone.
And fisherman faithfully keep fishing
despite the fact that everything is wrong.
And somehow the plants they keep on growing
although the sun has not been out to shine.
The farmers continue their harvesting
as if they think everything is just fine.
All the wolves they never cease their howling,
but the moon out of sight, is new tonight.
The hunters sleep, waiting to go prowling
unaware of things not being right
The world flips us upside down and around
and sanity is nowhere to be found.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 12:00 PM UTC
And the fish they all continue swimming
even though the water is all now gone.
And fisherman faithfully keep fishing
despite the fact that everything is wrong.
And somehow the plants they keep on growing
although the sun has not been out to shine.
The farmers continue their harvesting
as if they think everything is just fine.
All the wolves they never cease their howling,
but the moon out of sight, is new tonight.
The hunters sleep, waiting to go prowling
unaware of things not being right
The world flips us upside down and around
and sanity is nowhere to be found.
My attempt at a sonnet.
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