Poems by a lethargist
May. 28th, 2005 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So, uh... still figuring out the whole writing thing. I would like to write a great novella, but instead this is as far as my attention span takes me:
--Lethergy--
And there's that sweep that lifts you up to the higher level when you read something kean,
That snap in your brain, nerves ripping apart as the hate grows like a tumor,
when you hear something mean
That idiotic squeal that eminates from your breast, like a mother
fucking babe
when you see something sweet
That lust for distraction, you feet hobbling along the dark halls of the empty house
when you're hungry
and you don't know what to eat
p.s.-- mad love for Bubble Boy XD
--Lethergy--
And there's that sweep that lifts you up to the higher level when you read something kean,
That snap in your brain, nerves ripping apart as the hate grows like a tumor,
when you hear something mean
That idiotic squeal that eminates from your breast, like a mother
fucking babe
when you see something sweet
That lust for distraction, you feet hobbling along the dark halls of the empty house
when you're hungry
and you don't know what to eat
p.s.-- mad love for Bubble Boy XD