(I)I saw a child cry today.
And asked it, ever so gently,

"What could possibly upset you so much?
You are but 8 years old, and have no
heavy burdens to carry on your shoulders.
Your days are short, easy, and carefree."

The child, streaming eyed, replied,
"You do not know what it's like, being me."

I cried ever so hard today.
And was asked by my teacher, oh so concerned,

"What worries you? You are only a 16 year old girl.
If you had taxes to worry about, or were pregnant,
I could see why you would cry. But what could be so
bad in your easy life to make you cry this way?"

And I, replied ever so angsty,
"You do not know what it's like, being me."

(II)I walked down to the graveyard today.
And as I passed over each un-seen
man-woman-child-lover-parent-mentor-rouge
I accidentaly spilled some of my desert onto the soil.
As it slowly disintegrated I thought,
"I suppose corpses like cake, too."

01/08/2004

Author's Note: This was a spur of the moment idea. part one only goes with part two, if you follow my train of thought. Good luck!

Posted on 01/09/2004
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