Tomorrow, the next day, and the one after that,
endless foot falls in this petty place from day to day,
until the last syllable of recorded time.
All of our yesterdays have been but the delight of fools,
on their dusty way to oblivion, to be snuffed out like the briefest of once burning candles!
This life is but a shade, a sore loser,
one that flips the board over for risk of others winning.
A prancing liar with broccoli jammed betwixt his teeth,
an adulterer throwing the first stone at his own sin.
Only to be heard no more there after.
Life...is a tale...
told by a moron, full of hypocrisy and fury,
Carrying the moral weight of a feather and signifying nothing.
yuuh:
You are good with words.