We pointlessly rage at the skies
When frustration and blood pressure rise.
On occasion we'll weep
Or seek solace in sleep,
But mostly, we're rodents of sighs.
Posted by Virge at June 20, 2006 08:21 PM
This is a song I've learned by heart,
From living in the heart of The Western World,
Right and Wrong mean nothing,
What matters is the club to which you belong.
If you're white, stick with the whites,
The same goes for Europeans.
Americans must support America,
And The Middle Class themselves,
All must bow to reverse-psychology,
For it is the true God of man.
Support your own team and where their color shirt,
Forget about prizes.
Good things come along,
To those who don't care about Right and Wrong.
So if you're in Germany, don't idle your car,
And if you're in America applaud smoke-stacks.
Don't evolve beyond anyone else.
Wait, I forgot to make this rhyme...
Posted by some-one at June 21, 2006 11:51 AM
Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don't believe they exist.
Posted by Mike Cheung at June 21, 2006 08:42 PM
(As) You wish.
Posted by Camilla at June 21, 2006 09:56 PM