Words of a Self-Proclaimed Scholar

May 28, 2009
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Words are useless,
unless you
them right.

Action is in vain,
unless you
want to end the

Sorrow is for naught,
until you
grieve sincerely.

Happiness is paltry feeling;
Joy, a better quality.

Lust is a cheap rental;
Love an undying credential.

Life is silly;
Death a joke.
All of it really
makes me want to choke.

War is ignorant;
Peace a dream.
All of it sounds as
as a city built made of
whipped cream.

Ha Ha,
Ha Ha.

I think we should
all realize
that Life is but a
candle in the breeze,
something not taken lightly
like crackers and
Swiss cheese.

Ah, Life—
what a damned facade!
It makes me want to

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TheJoyofPainting said...
Sept. 8, 2009 at 4:54 pm
One of the best poems I've ever read on this site.
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