Let me tell you about a boy
Who developed a brilliant ploy
To bend the mind
And befuddle the soul
So he would not be alone
Sinking sinking, as a stone
Thrown from his own hand
Yet never to reach dry land
For he was not good enough
Never could he be so tough
As he was natures friend
To the very bitterest end
But his nature betrayed him then
While he sought to send
Letters long with words so strong
That none could lift them save through song
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Let me tell you about a boy
Who developed a brilliant ploy
To bend the mind
And befuddle the soul
So he would not be alone
Sinking sinking, as a stone
Thrown from his own hand
Yet never to reach dry land
For he was not good enough
Never could he be so tough
As he was natures friend
To the very bitterest end
But his nature betrayed him then
While he sought to send
Letters long with words so strong
That none could lift them save through song
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