Saturday, July 26, 2014

Within Normal Limits

Some rogues and jokers were involved, I guess,
Some reckless ingrates on a desperate chase,
Some feckless rich boys channelling disgrace,
Some crawling apes who thought that happiness
Was turning love into a stinking mess,
Some foolish bagmen in a cold, dark place,
Some ghoulish rovers on a stinging pace,
And starving Solomons, under duress.

Complaining that the day was spoiled, therefore,
Seems little more than obvious and trite,
Since all these people have an appetite
For grief, impiety, and little more.
You claim you were offended to the core,
But no one was surprised. This was all right.

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