Monday, November 19, 2012

Irony

You, my Friend, are Funny
You wish the sky were green,
Grass blue and the Sun a square.
You wish for things you never had,
Once you do, you want to rewind.
Answers you claim to have seeked
Half your pathetic wishful life,
to questions you made up in the rest -
When I throw straight at your face
You duck and start searching again.

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