Sunday, November 01, 2009

Memory, why so harsh?

Memory, memory, why can you be so bitter?
The thought of you makes me jitter

Oh memory, do you ever quit?
Just the sight of you turns me into grit

You play so well with sights and sounds
It chases me all day and night in rounds

Your face is submerged with pain and acid
The sight of it makes me feel far from placid

Where do we go from here?
Because I can’t stand you so near

My mind twists and turns
Yes, I know it’s what your ego yearns

Would you not care to give some of us a break?
Or is your one and only job to see us ache?

Please do go away and grant us rest
Otherwise, in my mind you will be pressed

Be a good boy and run along
Before you feel the full force of pain so strong

I am sick and tired of you lurking around
You give me a stomach ache and a frown

Seriously, go away and leave me in peace
Because of you my life may cease

Why are women often haunted by you?
To think of all the things you’ve put them through!

What’s the secret you demon?
Do you actually think you’re God’s gift to women?

Go away before I commit a crime
For I am weak and can’t afford lose of time

So be a good boy and run along
Before you feel the full force of pain so strong.

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