Weary With Strangely Sprung Happiness
We tried our darnedests to succeed
But failed, as always--such is life
We should have known envy and greed
Would no doubt run rampant and rife
We tried our damnedest to elude
The cheats, the clowns, the phonies;
But in the end we all got screwed
And by our closest cronies
We tried our hardest to aspire
But failed, as always--such is sloth
Our will has sunken in the mire
And no doubt drawn a godly wrath
We tried our utmost to expunge
The rot, the filth, the madness;
And yet we find that, like a sponge,
We soak up only sadness
Contributors: | N, F, wilh, Ethetran, snood. |
Poem finished: | 19th September 2003. |