World is Dead
You know, I just can't.
It's hard to understand,
Why world ain't so brand
As Huxley wrote.
It's so broad
And mostly extensive
Large hole,
Which costs so expensive.
And I still can't figure out,
Why I'm still alive,
Cuz I have no cheering mouth,
It's more like shrilly strife.
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Dear friend,
My strife is my wand
Simplicity is the game
I’ll sing an ode to Huxley’s
All knowing brain.
The world undeniably
Weighs a ton for an
Infinite pit.
Supposedly
What falls in also
Frequently reeks
Expensively, extensively,
reeks
:-)
Марфушка 05.12.2012 23:17 Заявить о нарушении
Скажите, сколько времени ушло на написания вот такого вот творения?
Призрак Угасающей Осени 05.12.2012 23:21 Заявить о нарушении
One. time is of no consequence
Two.. striking compliment
Three… or ridicule
Марфушка 05.12.2012 23:29 Заявить о нарушении
And still...how much time?
Призрак Угасающей Осени 05.12.2012 23:38 Заявить о нарушении
Призрак Угасающей Осени 06.12.2012 14:05 Заявить о нарушении
I enjoyed the image selection accompanying all of your poems as much as the rhymes in my forgotten language. Thank you for sharing here. I am glad I stumbled upon it.
Марфушка 06.12.2012 16:50 Заявить о нарушении