Log 50: Poem from an idiot
Poem from an idiot:
Well my nails are made of worms and my heart is made of sand
Same as the desert dust, I guess I didn't understand
That seashells rot, and clouds can sink, and birds don't know they fly
The only thing I should have asked that mean old hag was why
Why can't sunsets happen twice
and Why can't I drink the rain?
Why do rabbits jump that far
and Why's my shirt so stained?
Why'd it have to go like that
and Why can't I have it back?
I can tell that old bitch hates me and she don't feel one bit bad
-sadkarret


















