Monday, March 19, 2007


A few thousand lousy poets fell into time;
Searching for words, sight and simple rhyme.
They grew cold, old, stained with death and dust;
Their spiritless souls, dismayed, snatched to a drunken lust.
Spilling ink into paper crime.



Blogger Snake Anthony said...


1:24 AM, March 21, 2007  
Blogger Field Commander M said...

This is the most depressing limerick i hvae ever read!!

Arent they supposed to be funny by definition?

4:15 PM, March 21, 2007  
Blogger jerry said...

SA: Aki's tag.

M: You're right. Shit! I guess they're meant to be funny.

4:21 PM, March 21, 2007  
Blogger Hanedin said...

I like! And yes Aaki did go on a tagging rampage...

3:01 AM, April 02, 2007  

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