I'm a depressive.
Worse and madder even than that monocular moron of the manse that has ruined our country.
So it's time to inflict another miserable poem on the world.
It's called 'To Save Time'
To save time
Life should, each morning
Just kick you in the balls.
To save disappointment
You should, each day
Expect to be disappointed.
To save yourself?
She should, each second
Be in your thoughts.
Thursday, 24 September 2009
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