Irony

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Images of risen dreams
Decades of flannel reeds
Journeys of incarnation crash
Life in turn of shrieks that mash
Ghastly editors come absolute
Fear for life eats like a brute

Hold my heart for a minute, will ya?
I got an event to go to
I need a friend to come with me, will ya?
Liquid nitrogen to flow through

Forgotten whispers eat the ears
Standing ovations sweep the tears
Cupcakes, strawberries, fiends, and bananas
Everything is open to these street-crowded cabanas
One by one, each picks up a book
To read and swallow in their own little nook
Once upon a time no more
Our actions will disprove Bohr
Up and down, fly all over
Brawl and crawl, fail, moreover
On and on they go to die
Driving on the bough to try
The have infected them, oh no!
They’re drowning in the undertow
“What are we to do?” the elderly cry,
“We can’t just let them die!”
“Yes we can,” says the Wise,
“This occurrence is no surprise.”
“Yes, this is true,” the elderly agree,
“But what’s the cost of this substantial fee?”
“Nothing for you, if you choose,
This is for you to peruse.”
As the elderly sit and ponder
The Wise leans back in wonder
While the slithering children rot away
The rest paint with a canned beret
Nothing can be spared in this ridiculous disaster
But the patience to be cared for in this fantastical baster
“Shit happens,” they usually say.
“But then,” they think, “how can we play?”

Once upon a time no longer
We are the people who’ve grown fonder
Of the trickery and mystery in the world we live
Of the little beauties this world can give
We will rise for the people we love
We will fall for the spirits above
Doubt us not, for we are true
Beat us not, until we are through





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