I can haz Poetry Slam Friday?Speak low when you speak, love,
Our summer day withers away
Too soon, too soon.
Speak low when you speak, love,
Our moment is swift, like ships adrift,
We're swept apart too soon.
Speak low, darling speak low,
Love is a spark lost in the dark,
Too soon, too soon,
I feel wherever I go
That tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here
And always too soon.
Time is so old and love so brief,
Love is pure gold and time a thief.
We're late darling, we're late,
The curtain descends, ev'rything ends
Too soon, too soon,
I wait darling, I wait
Will you speak low to me,
Speak love to me and soon.
I was going to do a depressing Marxist poem for PSF but after Bob's post, I thought it might be too much of an Alexander*
Enjoy this one instead!
* Alexander Downer - get it?
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I'm not sure that this is much lighter is it, Ramon?
Life sweeps past in an instant.
That's a little depressing.
That's why I included the picture of the cat, Bob.
I was really, really looking forward to the depressing one
You're such a tease, Ramon
But this one has a picture of a cat, Squib.
That's not a cat. That's Satan
Cat, Satan, whatever.
I'll post the depressing one next week.
Promise.
Promises, promises.
None of yer lip missie, or you'll get nuthin!
Nuthin!!
Thus from this poem, Grease was born.
That cat is fuggin awesome.
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