Sleeping Is Ignorance
While trudging through the swamp let us endeavor
or, whatever
To remember all those who have wallowed in the mire
and expire
Let's keep straight on the path and not be clever
or, forever
We'll be singing with the seraphitic choir
and friar
On the straight and narrow we will find salvation
or, irritation
And sail through with a minimum of strife
ah, life.
Contributors: | F, archaeopteryx, Beefy, Ethetran, Karin. |
Poem finished: | 16th October 2003 by Anon.. |