ooooh fuck
i am so alone
the bats doth cry
as my old bones moan
no love for me
a shriveled crone
under the tree i sit
and crave a bone.
Fuck! I forgot the black rose.
And blood. You forgot blood. And graveyards.
--
Laurie Brown, Dark Phoenix
dark_p...@netw.com
http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/103910/laurie_brown.html
"To destroy the Western tradition of independent thought, it is not
necessary to burn books. All we have to do is leave them unread for a couple
of generations."
--Robert Maynard Hutchens.
the black rose makes me bleed
so i lie prone
i can't call for help
on the telephone
and no one hears
my dying groan
and then they bury me
under a stone
but the grave's not mine
it's just a loan.
>
> > Fuck! I forgot the black rose.
>
> And blood. You forgot blood. And graveyards.
>
There you go.
> "`una" wrote in message
> > Fuck! I forgot the black rose.
>
> And blood. You forgot blood. And graveyards.
The graveyards are implied, but it would clearly be worse
if I had gone for the direct statement.
`una - bad at writing bad poetry *hand*staple*forehead*
so i can't stay
the grave isn't my own
and for my crimes
i must atone
so my corpse is dug up
by some worker drone
and over the graveyard fence
i'm thrown
where i crumble to dust
like stale old scone
and away by the cruel north wind
i'm blown.
deeps drags darks dranks
makes a munder and manx
splunth sploonth george
folly a teorge
murder master martyr thee
insert spoon into cheese
oonh