You should check out this rock that I found. It isn't very pretty or particularly round. You endeavour to be clever, detangle and expound. On meaning in the life of a fly that has drowned In a swirling aquifer of a foreign land. Laughing in the dark as an invisible hand Pragmatically skirts the fading drone. An augury for all the good that we condone. Well there's something right about everything You say when you're talking about anything. And I know you don't know what I want to know Even though I might ask just to see if you say so. And who's to say where the good days start. When the air tastes better and the oceans part. An old man once told me he was never spoon fed, But he needed three hands to get out of bed. Je monte pour la dernière fois Pour raconter mon histoir à toi. Je cherche la chance, mais la chance est parti La lumière dance; l'idée est pourri. Somewhere on a shelf in isle nine Next to a tranquil old man killing time Reading nursery rhymes with a silver lorgnette There's a book on this; I haven't read it yet. Well some days flash by and go straight to years. Some people last forever if they're made of tears. You're a little too bright to be living here, And if you find out I'll have one less fear.
I enjoyed reading this immensely...and i rarely enjoy poetry...I am a rub a dub dub,thanks for the grub kinda guy...this poem made me think...i read it in an angry voice lol
