New Zealanders have an excellent expression: "Take a couple of concrete pills and harden up."
For candor. It's not art to me.
I'm sorry that your life is sad,
But couplets spelling out complaints
Don't always make for poetry,
And that is what I've come here
For. I hope that you feel better
Soon, but warn you that this
Shoulder, onto which you wish
Drop your tears, is not a very
Welcome place. I told you;
It is cold.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 35 times
Written on 2013-06-02 at 15:23
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Eskimos Have a Taste for Blubber; I Don't
My shoulder's cold. I have no useFor candor. It's not art to me.
I'm sorry that your life is sad,
But couplets spelling out complaints
Don't always make for poetry,
And that is what I've come here
For. I hope that you feel better
Soon, but warn you that this
Shoulder, onto which you wish
Drop your tears, is not a very
Welcome place. I told you;
It is cold.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
Read 35 times
Written on 2013-06-02 at 15:23
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text| Texts |
 by Lawrence Beck Latest textsIllFor Isabelle Unsightly Not the Man He Was The Minutes Crawl Past |
Increase font
Decrease