All entries for Thursday 11 October 2007
October 11, 2007
The End Is Always There
Fly, fly, why don’t you die?
Oh wait, you shall, and so shall I
However much we multiply
The end is always there
Insect, why don’t you shush?
Your buzzing is the final push
That forces me to make you mush
The end is always there
Bug, bug, why don’t you bleed?
Oh, wait, you do – my wall was clean
But now it’s stained in shades of spleen
The End is always there