North-South Pedestrian Crossings
These suicides, who strut the streets
kill themselves with knives that cut all meats,
Which they gaily plunge into their heads
Exuding thus a thousand million Zs
These labyrinths, wherein they pace
and multiply transgressions of their race,
Were crafted by a race of centaurs
Who had some cretins as their mentors.
These idiots, who can't be named
For fear that they will soon be maimed,
Are guided by the book of Numbers
As they dance around in rumbas...
Contributors: | Roland, Brooke, fester, Apsley, dkb, Beefy. |
Poem finished: | 7th December 2001. |