Rotten Clutches of Insanity

by Ed   May 5, 2005


People gather in mere confusion,
society commits murder in the weakest of professions,
doth respect your elders son!
do as your told!
respect everyone!
sounds of treason spew out of the human condition,
why waste my time,
why not plant a tree?
why not watch TV?
why not go and party my useless life away?
because the divine respect of reverse thought is upon me.
I shall search the ends of the earth for the cure
to the dying curse of famine and decay,
that plagues us all.

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  • 19 years ago

    by SuicideQueen

    Goodluck with that search
    Loved your poem though.. i dont know there was just something baou tit.. that i obviously can NOt explain!