~leaves singing~
"If you like pina coladas, Gettin caught in the rain!"
(on a side note....my intellictual(spelled wrong but hey, i just took a vicadin
razz ) side would like to read you all a poem.)
Poverties
In this hollow cast above,
The silence of my soul,
In this sullen ghastly thing,
A container o so droll,
I wonder in my loneliness,
Of the poverties untold.
These poverties,
These poverties,
I know them all so well,
These poverties called upon by God,
As he rings the alter bells.
The first of these,
These poverties,
Is a little thing called lust,
It makes the minds of all men loathe,
Their wives to give no trust,
It makes the mind think evil things,
And further more without,
The world is running in its place,
Its trust is now a doubt.
The second doesn't show its face,
Lest it be ashamed,
For this, this retched poverty,
Is only being blamed,
This poverty called envy,
Is the worst of all its class,
It turns the hearts of all men,
Into green transparent glass.
The last of these,
These poverties,
Is a wicked evil thing,
It says that you are always best,
And for this you make it cling,
This ghastly evil poverty,
Is always o so snide,
It's the evil that's within us all,
The wicked deed of pride.
By Nicarub
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