The Horror Of It All Poem by Nathaniel Graves

Sing the song,
Show the song,
Tell me the deep regrets
Of an endless night,
To which was most pompously
Intrigued by your thoughtful insight.
But alas reflected that of...
Well, lets just say that the time
Will come again,
And again,
And
Maybe
Enjoyed by an unnecessary
Plot of intended danger,
For the manager is out
And about, unwillingly
Expecting and
Showing stressful
Natures,
Forcing vigilance...
Foresight to an even
Greater perception
Of longevity,
And the theory of masochism...

-2/19/2010-