First Post

Yep. I finally succumbed to WordPress too. Anyway, ‘revived’ my blog and so now ill try to blog often ( yeah, right)

 Wrote this poem offhand on saturday, I call it…

Song of the Soviet Intelligentsia

There are four ways for us to die,

Through painful death and decay

The first is the crime of wonderin’ why

You can’t see the light of day.

 

There are four ways for us to die,

Through splashing against the floor

The second is asking how to fly

When the cliff’s just past the door.

 

Asking why and asking how,

Asking when and where

Asking what to choose right now

Which four ways… to fare?

 

Perhaps you could have the best,

And simply ask him when

Your bloodless corpse can join the rest

Once he’s done with them.

 

There are four ways for us to die

It may be a bad day,

But why complain ‘bout where we die

When we’ve had our say?

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Haha depressing or no, thats the way it is sometimes.