Silmaril's Poetry Meme.
Oct. 16th, 2004 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When you read this, post a line or several of poetry (yours or someone else's) in your journal. Explanation optional.
Western wind, when will thou blow?
The small rain down can rain.
Christ, that my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again
Its from Patrik
Date: 2004-10-16 02:14 pm (UTC)A giant who fights for the little man
For true democracy he does what he can
He takes on big business and reckless gun makers
And exposes raw greed in the land of the quakers
He's the terror of Bush and the big oil guys
He exposes corruption and media lies
He fights for the jobless and those on the street
Let's all stick together and them we will beat
When he enters a building and asks for the boss
The staff, for words, are soon at a loss
Caught unawares by the man with flat feet
They call security and he's back on the street
If Mike overdoes it and goes too far
He could soon be driving the first flying car
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Date: 2004-10-17 12:06 am (UTC)