Thursday, January 26, 2006
Poésie pendant la mémoire
Odie (26 Jan 2006)
With the passing of night in town,
Turns our whole world upside down.
That which were touched by light
have disappeared out of sight
everyday seems to repeat
so frustrated, I admit defeat
why can’t I finish this thesis?
Can I just rip it into pieces?
Wish I could buy time
With my jar full of dime
Or write without stopping
And think not about mopping
But who’s going to do the chores?
When there are things all over the floor?
Guess they didn’t think people have lives
Outside working -- like bees in hives
Who's going to feed the cat?
Actually forget about that.
Who’s going to feed me?
I guess I can suppress the need.
For now concentration is what it entails
Need lots of that for me to prevail
Should I pray to God now?
Too bad I don’t know how
Arrrrrguh!!!!!!!
