vonSanta 0 #1 March 19, 2004 Been sick and bored, and grounded due to bad weather aside from that. So, I wrote a poem. In English. And I can't really rhyme in English. That's how bored I was. Suffered so bad from Altitude Deficient Disorder that I wrote a f*cking poem! Poem is, I gather, just about one of the reasons I skydive. And the general uncertainty of a world I fail to understand. Why can't we just get along? Here it is, in all its misery: There's terror and doom And a struggle for power There are great threats that loom And the taste just runs sour! Survey and arrest Condemn 'em to starve Losing life, what a theft There goes that last carve! It's all just too much and it leaves me confused My point is my crutch At least die amused! A wealth of opinions And one sure reply It breaks up the union "We're all gonna fry!" Planes keep on giving An infusion of sense While I keep on living Dazed high on the fence We do what we do While we're still alive The world's gone cuckoo So why not skydive? Go make your own cover You live and you learn The sky - the great lover though she can be stern Make fate give ya doubles Let the world hear your roar Do away with your troubles And let yourself soar And the conclusion - Great life or black death It is the solution Lifes very own breath Now I am tired And maybe a bit drunk So no rhyme on this line And this one is "funk" I shall now step away from the keyboard and will not take any more of your time with this mushy stuff. Santa Von GrossenArsch I only come in one flavour ohwaitthatcanbemisunderst Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
