Why Do People Write Sad Poems?Why do people write sad poems about their veins? And blood getting colder, being tied up in chains. Is it becuase they don't know what they are doing? Indulging in the thought of dying in pain.Why Do People Write Sad Poems?
I write poems about frogs and horses, Ducks wot sing, and talking clams. I think it's nice, to hear about a fish wot dances, or a cat wot can talk.
Maybe if you write a poem about a happy snail, Or rocketeering to the sky to free a whale, trapped in the roof. Maybe you'll be happy and want to go outside and sit on the grass, Maybe you will buy a shortwave radio and tune in
The Ancient TaleLorin the ancient had lived in a cave, His uncle was clever, a witch and a knave, The dog he had ordered from countries afar, Arrived in a basket, that sat on a car. The dog it was special, it barked when it smiled, Old lorin the ancient released it to the wild.The Ancient Tale
The dog travelled lonely and it travelled so long, It sat by the mountain and whispered a song, the song it did travel through brook, hill and creek, until it was heard by Dohantin the Greek. Dohantin was magic he could cast decent magic, He learnt from his master who died, which was tragic.
Dohantin
Ode to Don DonOh Don Don you are so tall with fiery hair, Your breath like a pillar, a slab, a meter. Your name speaks in rhyme and your words speak with fury. Can i ask why you are so tall, did your mother teach nutrition well? Is this why you are so trim and lean? Did she cook for you, clean for you? I wonder how the world would be, I wonder. Oh what it must be to be Don Don Maclean.Ode to Don Don
A single note on the scale, and a single burst of colour. Oh we know it well, can I ask? Oh we know it well. The birds sing to the air, and their calls are left unheard by common folk. But Don Don
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Only when the last tree has been cut down,
Only when the last river has been poisoned,
Only when the last fish has been caught,
Only then will you discover money cannot be eaten.
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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