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The Agonies Of Niagara
Tourists and pale, plotting tight-rope walkers,
barrel daredevils and photographers,
honeymooners and scheming suicides,
lean to peer through the grey veils from the sides.
And, directors frame scenes for the cast, then
shout, "Give me passion, the light won't last!",
poets stroll with soon to-be lost lovers,
ever falling, as gravity hovers.
Listening to it can give you weak knees,
Niagara's roar of ancient agonies,
Taking it all in leaves you begging, "Please!",
Niagara's roar's idiot agonies.
As those above lean over railings,
they witness how even words have failings,
gyratory vortices find their end,
displaying the strength of the Falls to rend;
'cause since glaciers retreated from all South,
Millenia mean nothing in it's mouth;
Nature's rage brings new power to Man's shores,
as Tesla reigned the fury of it's roars.
Listening to it can give you weak knees,
Niagara's roar of ancient agonies,
Taking it all in leaves you smiling, "Cheese!",
Niagara's roar's idiot agonies.
Now, engineers man the power stations,
doling energy in careless rations
to encroaching casinos and hotels,
wax museums, and their waning spells;
accurate measures of frivolity
amongst the sight of such grand majesty.
Listening to it can give you weak knees,
Niagara's roar of ancient agonies,
Taking it all in, wond'ring, " Can't they see?",
Niagara's roar's idiot agonies.
The meaning evokes, only, a tight-grinned awe,
how far things have got since the last great thaw;
these tourists, actors, lovers, and poets,
yet to acknowledge their own deposits.
Fin'lly hearing it, makes you weak in knees,
Niagara's roar of ancient agonies,
To take it in means to ask, "Is it me?",
Niagara's roar's idiot agonies.
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