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A Conversation over Spaghetti

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Tuesday, 19th August 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: happypoetry

There’s nothing sadder in the world
Than the sight of a man
Eating all by himself.

For the life of me, I don’t
Understand this mess
He must wish he were somebody else.

Why so bored and lonely, Sir?
Why are all by yourself?
Why’re your eyes glazed over and white
And your world washed away in the shadows and light?
Would you like to come eat with my friends?

I’m sorry, dear Sir, but what did you say?
My mind was asleep while my eyes were away
And I couldn’t quite catch all the words that you spun.
Dear Sir, please do tell me the time on your hand.

‘Tis quarter to three hours since the sun peaked
In the lovely blue sky up above,
And I’d really prefer, and you’ll like this, I’m sure,
That you spent your day out in the grass, with us,
And your soul will be filled to the brim with joy
And your life with be better by far.

In the world of my dreams, the sun does not shine,
But is still like an oil-based paint.
The trees are all rubber, the dirt, Oreo,
Where tires and kittens are seashells and cloth
And villains and scumbags have just wills and not
This false sense of justice that comes with your sun.
My dreamland sounds better, so let me dream on.

I see that you’re fine, Sir, forgive my rude words,
And please dream of water and chocolate birds,
And thank you for showing the river you swim
To be swept away on your simplest whim
To the land where the horses and dolphins all play.
With thanks, I depart, and wish you a nice day.

Copyright Â© Butterat_Zool ... [ 2003-08-19 07:05:00]
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Re: A Conversation over Spaghetti (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Tuesday, 19th August 2003 @ 07:46:43 AM AEST
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this is beautiful:) hugs n' love nessa

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