A6c0@"revenge"? Probably Not*
concerto strings flicker in the empty spaces of life we all fight in the gutters for
freedom death graces us with its presence but once (or nine times if you are a cat) but
you are not a cat or you would not be reading this so i dont no why i mentioned
it.......anyway hurricanes sweep us away and bullets rupture hopes and dreams drop a bomb
on a shepherds home and you will sleep soundly tonight in your nice warm bed moan about
oil spills but still drive a car what do you think that runs on buildings crumble all
around us forests burn because we are selfish dark thoughts hound each one of us i am sure
but at different times and in different ways i know that sometimes i find it hard to get
out of bed and function as a human being it is at these times that i despair of everything
other days not as bad maybe this poem has gone on for too long and maybe no one will read
it but its good for me to expel feelings in a terrible way from time to time
infinite monkeys on infinite typewriters could write shakespeare one man on one computer
comes up with this rubbish
Copyright © Daniel Corcoran | Year Posted 2010
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