Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Random....
This is a poem about life sucking. Don't think I mean it seriously, please. Well, sure life does suck sometimes... but we all float on!
Sometimes when it starts to rain it really freaking pours.
The rains come down, the floods come up and beat down at your doors.
You start to feel that life just sucks and can't get any worse.
Then a mighty hurricane shows this is just the first.
I like to think of good old Job on his spacious heap;
I wonder if he'd scooch a bit so I could have a seat.
Sometimes when it starts to rain it really freaking pours.
The rains come down, the floods come up and beat down at your doors.
You start to feel that life just sucks and can't get any worse.
Then a mighty hurricane shows this is just the first.
I like to think of good old Job on his spacious heap;
I wonder if he'd scooch a bit so I could have a seat.
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