poem-time

[misterymachine]

When there ain’t nothin’ left to do,
or say;
After long years of hard human labour,
intense effort, and heavy processing;
Once each and every human animal has the same markings
and everything is okay, always;
Just okay;
When all the tears have cried
and all the come has came;
After tedious and boring have subdued,
exciting has long since expired, and love’s gotten mono;
Once cancer has won the battle
and the univrse seemingly lost the war;
When your life is void of life, yes, you,
and your beauty is no longer beautiful;
After all smiles cease to crack,
sound ceases to arouse, and puppies gros you the fuck out;
There will still be some magic fucking wizard shit that keeps this world turning!
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