Our Road Is Hardly Justified
Put me through the paper shredder
Trash my verses one by one
Say I'm bad and won't get better
'Til the human race is run
Tell my father and my mother
How I tied myself in knots
And was whipped by my own brother
What a tragic pair of tots
Call me repulsive, say I'm scum
Mock my poems line by line
Call me mute and claim I'm dumb
That, my dear, suits me just fine
Contributors: | F, loaf, Chevalier, Helen Owly. |
Poem finished: | 24th February 2006 by Chevalier. |