This was written a while ago. It isn't funny. It's rather trite but since I've given up feeling sorry for you, let's get straight to the rhyme.
A winter's night, a lonely tree
A frozen song, despondency
While cold winds blow, the supple bend
The rigid break, the strong transcend
And all achievement, all applause
On outspread branches, lie, because
We needs must cling, because you see
We're forming our identity.
As cold winds blow, achievements freeze
Like sparkling hoar-frost on the trees
But all it takes is one bright day
For all the frost to melt away.
My Parenthetical Nightmare.
15 years ago
1 comment:
This is amazingly uplifting, somehow. Weird. Not something one would expect from the lord of dark humour.
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