[Douglas G. Brown]

Originally Posted by Aaron Poochigian

I have been amazed by the quality of the poems posted on this thread (and by its popularity). Many Ancient Greek poets assert that song/poetry, along with wine, is the only way of escaping the misery of human life. The poems on this thread serve that purpose in the very act of talking about the misery and unfairness of human life.

Brevity's the soul of wit;
But when I'm dead, who'll give a shit?
Since life is short, I'll use my breath
To mock that looming specter, Death.