Spoiler! :
I’m tired of sad poetry,
Reminding me that all life sucks,
Why not some cute poetry,
Of fluffy little ducks?
I’m jaded by all these sad stories,
The unbidden rivers of my tears,
What happened to the joy filled feasts?
People jubilantly toasting “cheers!”
I'm sick of all the moans and groans,
Old ghosts rattling ancient chains.
What happened to wide open eyes,
Passionate blood dancing through young veins?
I know, for heavens sakes, I know!
That life is festering, pulsing, and stark.
I‘m reminded everyday of my life,
Of the dangerous line we walk in the dark.
It simply strikes me strange you see,
that we are so exceedingly proud,
Of this coal black hangman's noose,
This common poor man's shroud…
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