A silver spoon gives satisfaction, they say, But so does a wooden one, in a pinch— It’ll keep you from starving just as well. Meanwhile, more misery is shown On the TV news than you can reasonably process And you’re tempted to not care or maybe not Even notice the wretched children of the earth And their disasters. It seems as though there are some Whom shaking earth and bad stars from afar may strike Repeatedly, without even pausing to aim.
“Nothing’s fair!” the heavens submit Before anyone can even dial 9-1-1. All this while God himself subsides And Madonna thrills the world Because she sleeps with younger men And we worry ourselves sick that some other celebrity Has hair that may be falling out fast beneath his faux fur hat.
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Current draft: 2/13/2010 Created on 2/12/2010 12:56 PM |
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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here! (At least put on your socks and pants.)