Tuesday, May 29, 2012

THE DESPICABLE


The Despicable


What can I do for you?
There’s this thing that’s new
Well what do you make of it?
I don’t know it’s something sick

The leaves have begun to fall
The trees have been sick and tall
They whither their lifeless manes
Appear lifeless and disdained

My friends, I’ve seen you grow
I’ve smiled my handsome smile
You talked glibly all the while
Soon you bowed a sad goodbye

My children have come to be tall
They remember you quite well
They point to where you once stood
And sigh at the follies of man

I hope to find you some day
Any day but today is fine
I have so much to do you see
I will bid you farewell in time

You can’t walk away
You can’t seem to sway
You don’t seem dismayed
Life has always been this way

We never did quench your thirst
Now we die of the same out-burst
Our clothes are all haggard and tattered
Our eyes sunken with displeasure

My people have started to brawl
They blame each other for your fall
No one seems to notice that
They have an equal share in all

We will come to perish
We will be vanquished
Our virtues were long lost
Our doings are very vast


UNCONSCIOUSLY


Unconsciously


Under normal observation
I laugh at your interjections
You seem devoid of any anger
Yet you shower it on me

Under normal obligations
I would never be wary of you
But amidst this corny drama
I fell into a solitary coma

Unlike numerous objections
That you’ve thrown all around
You decided to choose me
To display genuine dismay

Up-until now oratory
Was my only sole weapon
But things are different
When I stand alone

Uneasy nauseous Un-Operatory
You’ve made me feel so
I’ll get back to you on this
Mio Amigo mio amico