Never Say It Can’t Get Any Worse (Three Questions)
Who listens at the edge of the clouds
For a gullible human to utter
The misinformed words that taunt fate?
Do these cosmic eavesdroppers
Roll back on their heels or satyr hoofs
Laughing until they snort, drool or choke while
Steadying themselves to
Rummage through their trick bags
For pestilence and flesh eating microbes?
Can’t you just be satisfied with your calamity
Without calling down the wrath of the gods
With that naive incantation
Well, at least it can’t get any worse?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
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2 comments:
Can’t you just be satisfied with your calamity
I love that line!!!
Often calamity is not enough for some.
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