[Bards] Never try to out-angst a Welshman:
peterschorn at pdq.net
peterschorn at pdq.net
Tue Apr 22 19:53:39 PDT 2008
My soul is black
Black with despair
Black as the formerly-green woods of Cynan Vale
For the clangor of commerce
And the soot of ill-will
And the clear-cutting and subsequent erosion of unreturned (why will
no one return them?) e-mails
Have driven from my soul the green leaves of hope
Driven from it the chirruping songbirds of joy
Driven from it the furry little woodland creatures with big brown
eyes, of compassion.
The world has gone strange to me.
Lo, it understandeth me not
Understandeth not the sensiteve poet
Understandeth not the cultured Welshman
For it thinketh an Eisteddfod is an agricultural implement
It holdeth that Llwyarch Hen is something like a Rhode Island Red.
The world is strange
People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone.
Yes, that's Welsh.
Or at least it should be
If the world were as it should be
Or as it should have been
But never was.
But it is not, wasn't, and never will be.
Wherefore I sing:
Woe, me.
Woe, you.
Woe, they.
Woe, hossie.
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