My echoing tomb
Is cold and dank to life but
Pleasant for the dead.
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My echoing tomb
Is cold and dank to life but
Pleasant for the dead.
Pleasant for the dead,
Hungry worms tickle the flesh,
Tunnels in soft cheese.
Rather morbid if I do say so myself.
Tunnels in soft cheese,
Tongue-trapping bubbles of bliss;
Hail fromagerie!
Hail fromagerie!
And sellers of Pasillas,
White tiles, red doors.
White tiles, red doors
Funky bathroom at the bar.
Play me some raw blues.
Play me some raw blues.
'Cause music always brightens
Those dreadful mondays.
Those dreadful mondays
are intending to construe
another cycle.
Another cycle
Of disease, of swift decay
Dissolving brave hearts.
Disolving brave hearts
Fallen men turning to dust
Among shattered spears
Among shattered Spears
vocal cords and soldiers bid
adieu to honor
Adieu to honor
Farewell to ancient glory
Only vengeance now.
Only vengeance now
For a past chained to sorrow,
We shall have our day.
We shall have our day,
Sharing haiku on lit net
with all my good friends.
My three thousandth post!!!!! :banana:
PS - I beat Riesa to 3000!
yay
With all my good friends.
Enjoying life when it's best
Don't worry so much
Don't worry so much
About your post count, Virgil
Quality comes first