Sometimes Enough Makes Sense
The trampled multitude are free -
And the unwashed masses are half price - yes, half price - for one day only!
The enlightened few will be saved
And the unenlightened hordes will be drawn, quartered, and fed to yippy lapdogs
So mote it be
Thus, until the eternal architect himself
Striding disconsolate across the nether waste
Raises one creative hand
To drown anew the frothing horde
We shall toil on about our daily round without thought of devastation to come
| Contributors: | fester, Ethetran, Beefy, Karin, Apsley, loaf, Irene, Grayman. |
| Poem finished: | 19th February 2004 by Anon.. |