Array ( [sid] => 1572 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Not All Retards Pee Their Pants [time] => 2002-08-01 21:25:24 [hometext] => Come on, we both know you're at least a little curious about this one. Here's a hint, it's about the weather. Give it a read. Feed your curiousity. Just like Vanilla Coke. Lol. [bodytext] => Lakes get sad too.
Whenever a lake gets sad,
it tries to kill itself by making the sky rain.
The sun is the all-seeing eye of the world’s waterways.
It is part of the same body as the lakes, and so,
whenever a lake feels sad, the sun cries for it
because it is trying to kill itself by making the sky rain.
When the falling water hits the lake’s surface,
the reflections are all killed off.
Mother nature genocide.
The lake looks at it this way:
If nothing approaches the lake
to have its reflection appear,
then no reflections should be allowed to appear
in the lake’s glimmering surface.
Thus, the lake gets sad and sends a message to its eye.
The eye responds by tearing up and crying
in order to kill the lake and the reflections within.
The falling water hits the lake’s surface, and bammo!
Mother nature genocide.
The lake, you see, is rather retarded though,
because whenever the rain comes down,
it never does actually succeed in destroying any of the reflections,
it only sets them aside, in an oubliette, for a few hours, maybe.
Then, when the lake orders its eye to dry on up,
it has actually grown in size, and reflects more.
Those poor lakes.
They have it so hard off,
and nothing, nothing ever goes their way.
Of course, though, everybody knows
that lakes can’t be killed. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 194 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Not All Retards Pee Their Pants


Not All Retards Pee Their Pants
Date: Thursday, 1st August 2002 @ 09:25:24 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Butterat_Zool
Lakes get sad too.
Whenever a lake gets sad,
it tries to kill itself by making the sky rain.
The sun is the all-seeing eye of the world’s waterways.
It is part of the same body as the lakes, and so,
whenever a lake feels sad, the sun cries for it
because it is trying to kill itself by making the sky rain.
When the falling water hits the lake’s surface,
the reflections are all killed off.
Mother nature genocide.
The lake looks at it this way:
If nothing approaches the lake
to have its reflection appear,
then no reflections should be allowed to appear
in the lake’s glimmering surface.
Thus, the lake gets sad and sends a message to its eye.
The eye responds by tearing up and crying
in order to kill the lake and the reflections within.
The falling water hits the lake’s surface, and bammo!
Mother nature genocide.
The lake, you see, is rather retarded though,
because whenever the rain comes down,
it never does actually succeed in destroying any of the reflections,
it only sets them aside, in an oubliette, for a few hours, maybe.
Then, when the lake orders its eye to dry on up,
it has actually grown in size, and reflects more.
Those poor lakes.
They have it so hard off,
and nothing, nothing ever goes their way.
Of course, though, everybody knows
that lakes can’t be killed.

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