Friday, January 8, 2010

Bare naked rears.

This isn't just another flower in the sky
Or a tradition that we ought to swear by
There is more to freedom and fright
It's called freewill and the respect to write,
Haven't we all tasted chilly news?
If only we made love to everything,
ignoring the few
We can embrace the mighty pen with dignity
But somewhere our selfish swords kill our basic integrity
Its time that we clothe our naked bottoms
with some inspiration
And maybe then,
we shall not wash our dirty linen in condescension.