The optimist and the cynical drunkA Poem by Treason and Metal
Thrones will kill us all
Royalty will end existence Queens and princes will plot our fall As kings and their daughters use wicked sense Humankind will worship you If you are good and bold Nonsense!!for everyday I know A glorified hogwash that no longer must be told I do not purport my friends To understand this earth of misery Nor do I not know my wisdom’s ends But I do know death in one and in many Man rushes to oblivion Leaving the earth worse But do you now see the connexion Between the plain and the Morse My words are gibberish A pile of t**d piled by a fool A fool whose only vice is English A fool who’s tired of being Mother Nature’s tool Humanity has no solution It’s messiahs have long been fallen In conspiracy and scythes of friction Fictional messiahs whose births never happen Insanity and sadness Our only solace Don’t you see my drunk highness? Humanity is the problem, the endless menace Religion, Money all scurvy and artificial Blamed for the sins of the constant Man’s thinking left forever provincial If he thinks righteousness his confidante Smiles and slurs abound here Get away with your cynical wail Humanity and it’s conceited air Smiling even on destruction’s sail Give me my gay bottle now Forget my mouth uttered a word To my bed let me bow For I am naught but an English victual of t**d © 2016 Treason and Metal |
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Added on September 9, 2016 Last Updated on September 9, 2016 Tags: Poetry, Philosophy, Nonsense Author
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