'tis a Sad Thing Indeed That I Can Churn These Out Like Butter

'TIS A SAD THING INDEED THAT I CAN CHURN THESE OUT LIKE BUTTER Tomorrow laughs at today In a particularly imprudent way Tomorrow night laughs at tonight For it knows with each sunset grows such its might Tomorrow says to today, “just look around at this curse And my tomorrow will be even worse” More bombs to behead, more bullets to bleed And more universal need More frames of skin stretched as an artist’s canvas over the bones of babies weakened by war As tomorrow threatens today that he may have made insane sorrow but tomorrow tomorrow will make even more © 2011.….free cee!