Saturday, July 01, 2006

Poetical Mood

Heirs and heiresses
of infinite stupidity
Inherit us
the core of humanity
Thoughtless actions
Mindless deeds
Our brash desires
quick to feed


There seems to be
a finality
to this miserable life of mine
A feeling that
it will all get
just anything but fine
The starting line's
not far behind
yet i can see the end
A trip ahead
expenses paid
to hell that's me they'll send

1 comments:

ling said...

You don't sound very good =/?