Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume XIII
Believe it or not, I've been posting the least embarrassing stuff all these weeks. I am now ready to, as Emeril says, take it up a notch. (Not a fan of the Emeril, by the way) Next to my bed, I have the most pretentious thing ever put on paper, with circles drawn above the i's. Unfortunately, I drank too much last night and forgot it. Because I had such a treat planned for you, I feel I can't post something that isn't horribly embarrassing now, so I'm busting out the hippie shit.
Yes folks, while I was walking around with an economy-sized can of Aqua Net to keep the world's largest hair intact, I was, like, so sad about the ozone layer and the rain forests and stuff.
Within infinite space
The heavens and the galaxies
Reduce us to our rightful smallness
We cannot compare
The beauty is too vast
The perfection, incomprehensible
We exist as nothing
Yet we murder our own habitat
Disrupting the order of the infinite
We bleed Mother Earth of her wonders
Destroying our greatest gift
The gift of life
Here's Volume XII
