02 April 2009

Irony is When the Most Lovable Person Hates Himself

an
antiquated
tattered
useless
conveyance

amiable
unquestionably
lovable
no quandary
no inquiry

engine
strains to
insufflate to
persevere

sputters and
convulsions
emanate
within
its walls

quieting its
revolutions
dilapidation
and decay
emerge

with planate
wheels
it relinquishes
existence

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