poems
haha, that last poem got me in the mood for more. SO HERES ANOTHER ONE. humor me,this wont last long.
It was a windy day,
My dear old ribbon lost in the fray,
The old barn yonder,
Of which I grow fonder,
Is where we keep the cow’s hay
Utopia is my kind of place,
But it was destroyed in the chaotic race,
To get more money, more wealth, more power,
With all the corruption, my sweet world gone sour
Dark and gloomy clouds loom over me like trout,
That very same trout that causes water to spout,
From my ever so serene nozzle of peace,
From which I gather my strength and fleece
Children who tease,
Servants who please,
Timmay the tooth is my hero,
I will go back in time,
And destroy that villain emperor Nero
Time is a gift,
Saturdays a rift,
Between the weeks that batter our souls,
Like two feuding, bloodthirsty trolls,
Utopia is lost to me and shall never exist,
This constant fighting will have to desist,
Ill just make another “perfect world”,
In which jaguars never scratch turtles
My dearest companion and I have departed,
On a road that is long, dusty and retarded,
Slow progress rips at our hearts,
But we have to finish the crap that we’ve started
Life can be a fragile monkey,
Or a stubborn fat donkey,
Either way, it depends on how you look at it,
Is it a key that unlocks no doors,
Or a valuable pet that will teach you to spit,
To put happiness above success,
To place forgiveness above regret,
To seize the day before it kills you,
To never let chimes and bells ring untrue,
im not seriously into this poetry stuff, it just kills some time that i would normaly spend sitting on my ass and pondering the meaning of life. Im thinking this is a much better way to spend my time.
It was a windy day,
My dear old ribbon lost in the fray,
The old barn yonder,
Of which I grow fonder,
Is where we keep the cow’s hay
Utopia is my kind of place,
But it was destroyed in the chaotic race,
To get more money, more wealth, more power,
With all the corruption, my sweet world gone sour
Dark and gloomy clouds loom over me like trout,
That very same trout that causes water to spout,
From my ever so serene nozzle of peace,
From which I gather my strength and fleece
Children who tease,
Servants who please,
Timmay the tooth is my hero,
I will go back in time,
And destroy that villain emperor Nero
Time is a gift,
Saturdays a rift,
Between the weeks that batter our souls,
Like two feuding, bloodthirsty trolls,
Utopia is lost to me and shall never exist,
This constant fighting will have to desist,
Ill just make another “perfect world”,
In which jaguars never scratch turtles
My dearest companion and I have departed,
On a road that is long, dusty and retarded,
Slow progress rips at our hearts,
But we have to finish the crap that we’ve started
Life can be a fragile monkey,
Or a stubborn fat donkey,
Either way, it depends on how you look at it,
Is it a key that unlocks no doors,
Or a valuable pet that will teach you to spit,
To put happiness above success,
To place forgiveness above regret,
To seize the day before it kills you,
To never let chimes and bells ring untrue,
im not seriously into this poetry stuff, it just kills some time that i would normaly spend sitting on my ass and pondering the meaning of life. Im thinking this is a much better way to spend my time.