All The Bad Dreams That Are

finally something I'm really happy with

Oh love! Oh... but he exists not.

Better these all-noise biting disasters

With egos you can't tear with tooth or nail,

And duelists with eyes like death waiting,

Outrageous teddy-bears taller than I

And false faces glued on like a song,

And voices that betray, giggle, smiles,

And loves and stops and stabs their friends, and sleeps.

           .    .    .

They're all children, afterall. Oh, driving the world

On top of us, building their castles of glass;

Ah, in this starlight late-night autumn,

May these lunatics, wretches, hobs o' the hill

Come play their lives to earn our screams.

Well then, do I ask too much

To have, before I fail to make the crest and fall,

Such errors removed and replaced with nightmares?

Author's Note

This poem is about idiots. :3
OH MY GOODNESS! That means it's about half of the world's population! OoO
The male half. -.-
I mean, Hi boys! ^^ I love you!

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Taking on on the chin, but this is still charming work. lol.
Sweet wordplay.

[dreaming dame]

Sooo agreed, Love this!:) Yea, I love them for the eh-eh's they are. :)