The rhymes are tedious today
deliriously so..
Kings of the twiddling fat thumbs..
play in the drifting snow outside my apartment door.
the laughter is loud, almost painful
I close the window, sitting, watching the down-poor
that laughter continues like a stench in my mouth,
a tasteless odor sitting on the teeth
these royal imitations of hope and joy will soon be planted
. . . 6 feet deep.
Blasphemy they are to today's decrepit culture-less culture
pawns in disguise, I hate them all.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 7:34 PM UTC
The rhymes are tedious today
deliriously so..
Kings of the twiddling fat thumbs..
play in the drifting snow outside my apartment door.
the laughter is loud, almost painful
I close the window, sitting, watching the down-poor
that laughter continues like a stench in my mouth,
a tasteless odor sitting on the teeth
these royal imitations of hope and joy will soon be planted
. . . 6 feet deep.
Blasphemy they are to today's decrepit culture-less culture
pawns in disguise, I hate them all.
I wrote this while I was drinking, so it may not make much sense haha.
