Law School Poem
Those dull and listless legal tomes
With words that wrench and tear the heart
Do grievous harm to those bones
Who made the trip by horse-drawn cart
To be laid to rest; a final doom-
No thought as such to hope and breath;
No offer of a mournful mood
For those who longed for delayed death.
Forbear your logic, meek and mild-
Seek ye out the gangly truth-
For Passion is a half-grown child
That will crow in a tongue uncouth.
To put it plainly, leave the lines-
They are nothing but a thing to read-
Know only of the Sun that shines
Not how, but why the light to see.
With words that wrench and tear the heart
Do grievous harm to those bones
Who made the trip by horse-drawn cart
To be laid to rest; a final doom-
No thought as such to hope and breath;
No offer of a mournful mood
For those who longed for delayed death.
Forbear your logic, meek and mild-
Seek ye out the gangly truth-
For Passion is a half-grown child
That will crow in a tongue uncouth.
To put it plainly, leave the lines-
They are nothing but a thing to read-
Know only of the Sun that shines
Not how, but why the light to see.
posted by Yorick at 9:42 PM
1 Comments:
HAHAHAH that is the longest spam comment I've ever seen (it will be deleted probably therefore making this comment confusing)
Anyways Yorick is going to be a John Grisham...forget the law, I'll make millions on books!
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