Wednesday, February 9, 2011

A Wasteland

This is the way the world ends:
Not with a bang but a whimper.
And a finger in the tush.

Poetry is fun.

Tyger, tyger burning bright,
In the forest of the night,
Someone get a fire extinguisher.

I am Ozymandias, king of kings,
Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair!
For all we are is dust in the wind.


What have we learned? Anal makes everything more fun.