in the cities of Hell
the barking of birds has gone
One kingdom has gone
a curtain has fallen
the theatre entrance is open
"Never never sing never cry"
whispers a sad old frog this morning
looks at you through foggy spectacles
and smiles a sudden smile
There will be no more dyings
no more lyings without shame
The trusty old girl (who said "Jump and fly")
is now ahead on the road
We'll see her again
stay calm, drink your milk
hold forth your hand and bite your tongue
swallow the rightful reaction of fear
that is painfully near when your
face goes numb from the
cold wind of freedom
Jump and fly
Eolake stobblehouse 1995
2 comments:
This reminds me of many bad poems written by bad poets in high school. It's from the Lazy School which just strings together meaningless sentences but breaks them up to make it look like poetry.
Cunt.
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