What can I say my friend,
you were born,
two years overdue,
under a seasick moon,
the clouds were full of spite,
the stars were ablaze,
the sky still evolving,
the universe
was unhappy,
as were you,
such an unhappy slob
you are,yes!
It must be terrible,yes!
but you like it,yes!
you embrace it,yes!
carry it with you,
like an unborn demon
attached to your soul,yes!
a lifetime of pain follows you,
as old man death,
patiently waits your demise,
I pity you,
but what can I do,
I think,
If it wasn’t for,
ten to twenty five,
maybe I could release you,
of your misery?
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 8:02 AM UTC
What can I say my friend,
you were born,
two years overdue,
under a seasick moon,
the clouds were full of spite,
the stars were ablaze,
the sky still evolving,
the universe
was unhappy,
as were you,
such an unhappy slob
you are,yes!
It must be terrible,yes!
but you like it,yes!
you embrace it,yes!
carry it with you,
like an unborn demon
attached to your soul,yes!
a lifetime of pain follows you,
as old man death,
patiently waits your demise,
I pity you,
but what can I do,
I think,
If it wasn’t for,
ten to twenty five,
maybe I could release you,
of your misery?
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