I am the descort, and thwart, and long for discordant, mordant chaos; See the pretty dissolution, See the ditty pattern briefly then Dissolve away Into a Newer Mode of messy disagreeable (but me-able) Affray, with lovely spite and hating, Fights and hurting, Never abating. (Quite contrary me.) |
I turned out to be a limerick. I won't say if I'm a dirty limerick or not;)
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Brett
I am, of course, none other than blank verse.
ReplyDeleteI don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right;
And when I get there (if I ever do)
I might not recognise it. So? Your point?
Why should I have a destination set?
I'm relatively happy as I am,
And wouldn't want to be forever aimed
Towards some future path or special goal.
It's not to do with laziness, as such.
It's just that one the whole I'd rather not
Be bothered - so I drift contentedly;
An underrated way of life, I find.
I don't think it is very accurate, but then again I've never really got poetry.
-Steve