A lighthearted take on a sad society
Created by Suzi on 01 Jun 2007 | Tagged as: Uncategorized
Pleasant CI’m hiding under this here smile
I’ll use it to guile
Beguile
Rile
And trial you
While
You see me smile
You’ll dial
Or file
Walk the aisle
Sweet like Lyle
Go that extra mile
Like my style
Not notice the bile
Nor get the heil.
He was a nice boy
He was a nice boy and he knew it,
always did as he was told
swallowed the lie he’d been sold
that joy is brought through paper or gold.He was a nice boy and he knew it
did the school and then the job
tried to rise above the mob
only saw the great big fob
at night alone when he’d sob.What a nice boy - but he blew it
the night he cracked under the strain
and threw himself beneath the train.
Sounds like one of those Ruthless Rhymes For Heartless Homes!!! Wonderful!!
Don’t know if you know this but:
Richard Cory
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
“Good-morning,” and he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich—yes, richer than a king—
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.