Friday, November 02, 2007

Botox Suffering

I eat myself,
when the landscape is green,
and the hilly clouds undulate with blue.

Yellow sun, the roses are my hue,
the daffodils are my flowers,
the snowdrops my dew.

And I am but a madman,
developing in pain,
Devised by my Saturn,
destitute in rain.

1 comment:

ragingplanetfire said...

I can rhyme! YEssss!