Let me warn you before you even start reading this thread that I am a man with zero sense of quality and a brain that shits out horrible puns every waking -- and on occasion, sleeping -- moment. What's worse, I am one of those sappy artistic types with a weird penchant for sorting out his emotional baggage through the purview of lexical diarrhea. This does not mean that anything I post in this thread will be good. This does not mean anything I post in this thread will be deep. If you at some point in recent history have suffered head trauma and deign to read too much into any given piece of "poetry" located here, let me spoil that grand endeavor by telling you that the end result is probably "Spoo felt sad once because he's a fucking idiot who pondered the meaning of life again but then watched a sunset or something."
Riveting, I know. Anyways here's something.
wow those sure are words. probably more the next time its 1 AM and i have work in four hours.
Riveting, I know. Anyways here's something.
Sing us a song, our children of the end
Tell us how we have failed all our tests
How we have taken what's yours, how we've so blindly sinned
Let us know all of this, and the rest.
There is nothing left here, o last of our kind
For we've warred and we've squabbled away
Your futures, your lives, the peace in your mind.
We've squandered your prosperous days.
We left you alone in this pitiful world
To salvage the mayhem we wrought
For "they'll fix it soon" and "it will improve"
Were the excuses so carelessly thought.
So scold us all now, our doomed, helpless sons
Scream how we've left you this fate
But we can't make amends, our time is far gone
Your lamenting cries, they come far too late.
wow those sure are words. probably more the next time its 1 AM and i have work in four hours.