Saturday, November 15, 2003 .

today's poem time again.
but first...i've already gotten my pants...so it's just the suit to go, and it's all fixed.
this is one of those silly poems i write...so ya. that's all you get from my blog.

"what the hell is wrong with nature?"

what the hell? what the blue hell?
nobody knows what clement sells.
he pms-es, he acts like a girl;
and does things that make you wanna hurl.
poetry is gay
that's what Alden would say
but that's how i talk in my head
when my brain is dead.
i am digressing
im suppose to be discussing
issues of nature that really concern us.

Nature is beautiful, and so pure.
like a loving mother that's so demure.
it cares and nurtures consistenly
with endless, inexhaustive consistency.
and that's the real problem with Nature;
it's so consistent in it's efforts that it can be a bother.
and Nature has flaws...so many of them;
and she is consistent in all her flaws too.

like when someone has a flaw and does not correct it;
it's really not his fault, cos he really cant help it.
Jiang shan yi gai, ben xing nan yi;
i believe in that to a large degree.
somethings cant change and the solution is plain;
dont bother cos somethings will always be the same.
human nature makes us similar yet so different,
cos nature cant spell perfection.
this poem's a mess, it's not meant to be like that;
but then again, i guess that's the best it can get.

people knoew little about me
but i think i say that just to create mystery.
im full of jazz, full of crap.
the water keeps flowing from this faulty tap.

so what the hell.
who the hell bothers?
this world is imperfect
dont try to correct it.



screw this poem....i've just convinced myself that im not good at poetry.

rugby world cup semi-finals!
5pm today.
All Blacks vs Wallapussies

Blacks rock...Wallabies suck cock.


screaming infidelity at 1:11 AM
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