Love For A Piglet
Nobody comes, nobody goes
We all sit around in our suits
Some on their heads, some on their toes
Picking the best of the fruits
Plucking the vine, culling the rose
Nobody sings, nobody sighs
We all slouch around looking bored
Some shut their ears, some shut their eyes
the rest --- wait in Line --- for Reprise
By simple conventions o'er-awed
Somebody hums, somebody snores
We stuff both our earholes with wax
No open windows, no open doors
Silence in several shacks
A moment of peace, between wars
Somebody leaves, somebody joins
Yet all stays exactly the same
No silver bullets, no silver coins
the rest --- when they Can --- gird their Loins
Lest pith gives rise to pause the unbound interval.
Contributors: | loaf, ethetran, Chevalier, p, efe//era, Nym. |
Poem finished: | 10th May 2006 by Nym. |