Tuesday, December 14, 2004

THE OTHER SIDE OF MISERY
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If you are sad and feeling's waste
If all your days are full of shakes
If you can sparsely move a bone
If breathing kills you like a stone
If you're a cantankerous glum
Taunting, sneering, cynic bum
Then you're condition's critical
Experts say its even fatal
For sure a heartache you do have
Suffering and agonizing
What you need's just under your nose
Four-letter-word, LOVE, just a dose
Important thing of which to boast.

More of the symptoms i can list
Let's start from A, then end with Zits
Yes, zits are perfect sprouting sprouts
With skin like yours, seems there's a drought
If those are what you call eye bags
I'd say eye luggages with crates
Can't catch a single letter Z?
Can't dose, daydreams, just stays awake
So out you creep you shut the door
And tried to jump from 7th floor
But nitwit head, forgot the bed
Awhile ago, same bed, you wet
Could it be 'coz you're petrified?
Fear not my gem, you're still alive!

You're not so helpless as the mouse
My resident pest, we shared a house
I'll gladly sacrifice my day
Or two, if you just can't be blue
Just close your eyes and hush your cries
Lay down with me, I’ll hug you tight
You see how could you end your life?
When I am here right by your side.