A Poet's Blurbs

I've always heard we're all one winged angels, And to fly, we must first embrace each other. I've got news for you, honey.. That all is just a load of bull! Spare the rod, spoil the child, Is merely a scarf of different color, To which I'm sure that made no sense, Not from one as nonsensical as me. Hey, look there, I think I just made, A brand new word, steamy from my mouth, Such as "snicker-snack" and "jabberwork," Wow, putting things to writing is easy, Easier than I thought. But you know, it's really true, Y'know, about all of us being one winged angels. Fallen far from heaven's 'lovely' grace, We all are just little devils, With horns supporting our halos, Tails peeking out from snow white robes, And little pitchforks instead of harps! Let's all just go to hell, There's an easy way to do it, Just slit your own throat. It's against the bible, is it not? Death is but a release from taunting, Sneering. Jeering. Leering. Rude comments. But, oh dear, I've done it again, Gone and confused myself. If you die, people will be sad. And you will have love from, No one else except everyone up there, Or should I said hate from those, Down there? Oh dear Lord, don't let me do this to myself..I don't think I even consider this a poem..o_o;; All it is is something that came to mind. And HAH! How's that from opening new doors, K-chan? O.o;; Written April 1st, 2002 © on Apr 01 2002 12:23 PM PST, Jennifer   10 • 0