What Causes Cold?
Welcome, children,
You’ve made it to the world.
But I’m sad to say
That all the autographs have faded
Off the walls.
All the tomes
That you picked apart and analyzed
Were based upon the theory
Of The Loss of Innocence.
And, children, now that you’re here,
You can lose that innocence again
And again and forever.
It’s hard to find what’s lost.
And I’m sorry to say
That all the photographs
Have evaporated up
From their slots on the walls.
Oh, but don’t fret.
The beautiful people,
They still exist.
But you should hurry on up
Before their frail frames die.
Will your end be the same?
Oh no, don’t ask me,
The decision is yours alone.
Just don’t search for salvation in yourself.
You’ll never find the stamina
To be perfect.
I’m sickened to say
That these ravenous ghosts
Will never cease
To search for and strike at your senses.
You see, the weather report
Isn’t the only reason that you shiver.
Do you know what causes cold?
It’s a lack of heat.
Warm up the world, please.
The sun can only shine
On one half at a time,
And while you bask in the sun’s light,
There will always be another child
Saying prayers in the dark.
I’m sad to say
That Marie Antoinette
Didn’t really let them eat cake.
Anonymous
11:29:35 PM
Friday, January 06, 2006
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2 comments:
interesting narrator in this poem
well thanks anonymous #1.
I'm sure historical accuracy was what the poster was going for.
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