Is it really necesary for you to misuse,
& the divine literature abuse.
Weak eyes sore from the hideous sight,
as they ache for a better light.
The brain fumes due to overuse,
it is weary of the poet's muse.
Do u not tire of life so trivial,
by every passing moment seems silliar.
A contest entry
- Whatever by Phineas Red.
900 points, ended September 24, 2007, 14 entries
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