#poorvocabularysadly
There is hail knocking on my window
There is hail knocking on my door
There isn’t supposed to be any hail here
But the hail keeps knocking more
It’s shouting “Let me in! Let me out!”
I grow tired and blue
There is beer bottles on the floor
Some are old, some are new
A few are cracked, others fine
I fear I’m losing my mind
But the hail keeps on knocking
And I know that it’s time
The weathermen and meteorologists should be coming soon
But apparently there’s not enough evidence, so they stay in their rooms
The hail attracts some viewers, but I really don’t care
If they become trustful witnesses, I encourage them to stare
But there’s a mole inside the house, one who loves the hail
Although it makes their hair fall out and their skin to turn pale
It makes them stressed, it makes them sad
It makes them bruised, it makes them mad
I try to speak up but my voice is simply gone
There is no more hope for peace to ever spawn
So I sit and stay quiet, waiting for grief and for gore
So maybe then the mole won’t open to the hail anymore.
4d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:15 AM UTC