A vulcano, a wound of earth
bleeding burning rocks and lava.
What makes this world so badly hurt,
jestli to není lidská hlava.
(if not clothes designed by "Prada")
the skin is landscape of a desert
watter of tears don't belong here.
Yet it is there at the present
it's the manly tears of fears.
The world behind the tears is blurry
and that provides tranquility
-a special sort of distant feel
that the end is drawing near.
And so I'm thinking, sitting here
I could really use a beer
'cause otherwise the constant fear
might damage to mind and body deal.
HERPEXIFICENT POEM!
ReplyDeleteHerpexficient? Anyslut, this one is actually pretty bad. Though, well, It felt kind of pity not to publish it.
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