Generally Too Much Opulence
How lithely do these lilliputians leap
While certain drooling giants slumber on
After counting brobdingnagian sheep
And no-one knows the trials I've undergone
How limply do these lollygaggers lurch
While filibusters fill our hearts with dread
Before wanton synchronicities perch
And no-one can be famous till they're dead
How lamely do these lullabyers lull
While insomniacs lie awake all night
During those hours when life seems drab and dull
And no-one has the sun to aid their sight
Contributors: | F, Roland, Beefy, jm. |
Poem finished: | 23rd November 2004 by Roland. |