Sunday, April 14, 2013

2.711 : 4/14/07 : Black Hole

How I waste away my time
on these little drops
and drizzles
How I fuss and fool around
with harps and
bows and whistles
the oracle has decreed
a battle for my soul
I know I know I’ll find
my fortune
inside the black hole
why be crushed by
the extremity of gravity
when a heavy rock
will suffice
Why do I have to learn
every lesson five times
every time lightning strikes twice
I just need a million years
a million pounds
a mother huge lump of coal
or failing that
I’ll throw my good eye
into the black hole

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