You think poetry's all sunshine and lollipops
Greeting card verses in fine hand by polyglots
You think it's all moon and june and song of the loon
And raining on plains in Spain and
Refrains in melodic whispers
waxing rhapsodic with Grecian goddess sisters
but it RANTS
and it RAILS
and it WAILS
flailing fists to punch out the night sky
leaving stars like scars as the clouds cry
weeping for anger steeping like
an overbrewed tea of loathing
while your clothing is rent in mourning
anger adorning you as
thoughts collude in a stew of
bitter brine of attempts and flops that's
not all sunshine and lollipops
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 11:54 AM UTC
You think poetry's all sunshine and lollipops
Greeting card verses in fine hand by polyglots
You think it's all moon and june and song of the loon
And raining on plains in Spain and
Refrains in melodic whispers
waxing rhapsodic with Grecian goddess sisters
but it RANTS
and it RAILS
and it WAILS
flailing fists to punch out the night sky
leaving stars like scars as the clouds cry
weeping for anger steeping like
an overbrewed tea of loathing
while your clothing is rent in mourning
anger adorning you as
thoughts collude in a stew of
bitter brine of attempts and flops that's
not all sunshine and lollipops