B always felt incomplete
felt half
like something was always missing
so it consulted a psychiatrist who said:
“Try saying: ‘I am B and it’s good to B me!’”
But it only worked for eight days
B tried filling itself with liquor
and it did feel full
but it only lasted eight hours
it also tried reading all books
and tried Shakespeare too
especially the immortal lines:
“To be or not to be” –
But the elation, it only lasted eight days
and then at last
B saw 8 on the front door
and B knew why it’d always
felt incomplete
half
like something was always missing
and it coupled with a B
which was born the other way round
But soon the Alphabet Morals Police
came round
and separated them
so B was just incomplete again
And B sighed:
“Some things are just meant to B -
so just let it be”
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
B always felt incomplete
felt half
like something was always missing
so it consulted a psychiatrist who said:
“Try saying: ‘I am B and it’s good to B me!’”
But it only worked for eight days
B tried filling itself with liquor
and it did feel full
but it only lasted eight hours
it also tried reading all books
and tried Shakespeare too
especially the immortal lines:
“To be or not to be” –
But the elation, it only lasted eight days
and then at last
B saw 8 on the front door
and B knew why it’d always
felt incomplete
half
like something was always missing
and it coupled with a B
which was born the other way round
But soon the Alphabet Morals Police
came round
and separated them
so B was just incomplete again
And B sighed:
“Some things are just meant to B -
so just let it be”
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