pepe le pew
06-03-05, 05:49AM
a friend of mine wrote this poem. i know that he wants to find out what other people think of his writing. so give me soething that i can tell him
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Modern Man
Drest me and send me off
With wit & lavish thoughts
With a hand that carry half a loaf
Of sanity dipped in buttered insanity yore
Off, Off to the dragons keep in the darklin’ woods
To the algorithmic palace of wizards old
With a whisper of understanding in floods
To embrace the man in me I am told
One argument one, detract two, still was none
Whilst, 'I' was singular for oneself not an organ
And we were unfolding of primate sons
Who in fact was not born and never made
For creatures of past in bones have told
With there offspring scatter over globe
Of its creeping story into primates most bold
And never once did they preach of a god
Progeny was not a blessing but eggs with sperm
And coition but a pleasure and nothing more
Something for peruse with toys of paranorm
Till the day’s come when pills only raise your core
Whilst mother never have to supine in pain
If a cold steel could open the belly to show the way
With draughts keeping the expectants in vain
If they were inclined to trade it with a noble pay
Yes, drest me and send me off my rope
Off of my books of a chimera world
From Tolkien to arms of Camöens soap
And ‘long to arms of wizen Einstein fold
Where time is relative and gravity strong
And centrifuges break DNA that we hold
As microscopes and gears probe no wrong
Tube siblings tempered for convalescents am told
So drest me and I shall be off
__________________________________________________ _____
Modern Man
Drest me and send me off
With wit & lavish thoughts
With a hand that carry half a loaf
Of sanity dipped in buttered insanity yore
Off, Off to the dragons keep in the darklin’ woods
To the algorithmic palace of wizards old
With a whisper of understanding in floods
To embrace the man in me I am told
One argument one, detract two, still was none
Whilst, 'I' was singular for oneself not an organ
And we were unfolding of primate sons
Who in fact was not born and never made
For creatures of past in bones have told
With there offspring scatter over globe
Of its creeping story into primates most bold
And never once did they preach of a god
Progeny was not a blessing but eggs with sperm
And coition but a pleasure and nothing more
Something for peruse with toys of paranorm
Till the day’s come when pills only raise your core
Whilst mother never have to supine in pain
If a cold steel could open the belly to show the way
With draughts keeping the expectants in vain
If they were inclined to trade it with a noble pay
Yes, drest me and send me off my rope
Off of my books of a chimera world
From Tolkien to arms of Camöens soap
And ‘long to arms of wizen Einstein fold
Where time is relative and gravity strong
And centrifuges break DNA that we hold
As microscopes and gears probe no wrong
Tube siblings tempered for convalescents am told
So drest me and I shall be off