RunAmokRampant
01-01-2008, 06:01 PM
Brought to us by a stream
That keeps the water cool
With rocks and waterfalls.
The rapids, like the mouths
Of know-it-alls keep
Arguments cool and collected,
With reasonable shelf life until
The time is needed for the waterfall,
The floodgates of spittle and foam
Bubbles to be henceforth called
Contentions and rebuttals.
We are all Know-It-Alls,
The baby knows nothing because
It doesn’t know the difference,
Henceforth they can drool and cry
All they want.
The prepubescent begins to scoff at
Authority as experience lingers like
That juicy red apple. A general fear
For snakes occurs but most
Take what they want
The teenager, the lovable hormonious being
Feels the independence as a reward still fed
To the by an ideal that everything
Takes what they want
For themselves.
The adult spends most of their lives,
Blurting out opinions about the taste
Of the apple; everyone has eaten it but
The taste can still be either sweet or bitter.
Tastebuds are useless if we can’t chew down food.
And so the poor elderly make do with dentals.
Cynicism evolves from the from when the river
Reaches the ocean, or makes do to wither up
To the clouds when the course of argument
Never ends. The taste of the apple nearly
Always becomes bitter, or tastes like something
Completely different when we have everything
Because we can’t take anything else because we don’t
Know how. Just like the baby.
When does the water in the stream,
The saliva we draw forth,
Ever know when the flow ceases?
When the thesis of something has
A point of an end of discussion,
When all’s been said and done?
How can an overview ever be discussed
More thoroughly? We argue like babies.
That keeps the water cool
With rocks and waterfalls.
The rapids, like the mouths
Of know-it-alls keep
Arguments cool and collected,
With reasonable shelf life until
The time is needed for the waterfall,
The floodgates of spittle and foam
Bubbles to be henceforth called
Contentions and rebuttals.
We are all Know-It-Alls,
The baby knows nothing because
It doesn’t know the difference,
Henceforth they can drool and cry
All they want.
The prepubescent begins to scoff at
Authority as experience lingers like
That juicy red apple. A general fear
For snakes occurs but most
Take what they want
The teenager, the lovable hormonious being
Feels the independence as a reward still fed
To the by an ideal that everything
Takes what they want
For themselves.
The adult spends most of their lives,
Blurting out opinions about the taste
Of the apple; everyone has eaten it but
The taste can still be either sweet or bitter.
Tastebuds are useless if we can’t chew down food.
And so the poor elderly make do with dentals.
Cynicism evolves from the from when the river
Reaches the ocean, or makes do to wither up
To the clouds when the course of argument
Never ends. The taste of the apple nearly
Always becomes bitter, or tastes like something
Completely different when we have everything
Because we can’t take anything else because we don’t
Know how. Just like the baby.
When does the water in the stream,
The saliva we draw forth,
Ever know when the flow ceases?
When the thesis of something has
A point of an end of discussion,
When all’s been said and done?
How can an overview ever be discussed
More thoroughly? We argue like babies.