Politics
(WB Yeats)
I guess there'll be another war.
The speeches have been made.
But I reserve my passion for
Vain thoughts of getting laid.
Do Not Go Gentle
Why so gentle, father, why?
I don't know where you get off
Being peaceful as you die.
Why don't you scream your head off?
When to the sessions . . .
When to the sessions of sweet, silent thought
I contemplate my sorry lot,
I think of you. It cheers me up.
You're the best friend that I've got.
Last edited by Roger Slater; 04-27-2012 at 08:45 AM.
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