Hey, Better Than Not So Worse
Worse's a little better than
Hey wouldn't make some one
with just one straightpin for a head
Worse's a little badder than too bad;
Hey'd make you maybe sad,
but you've hair - and i've been said
to it's attractive very in its nesskinki fragility -
where, ya know,
things like this shouldn't make you madder than mad;
Hey, nay say, okay scream, "happier than glad."
Hey it could come to something, even together, to be,
the worst baddest,
more so perhapstest mostly saddest.
Hey, choices like that suck like meat
choicely breathes, choicest while still red;
hey, its less dead than dad!
Hey, worse's for wear right;
"whynot" so queries the down bear
er of one silverpin,
looking up with stretches of moist patois
allured with well ... the sights and contempting bravo, bravissimo's ...,
too invite astonishing with drawing softly silent down sounds
of placed carefully pillows together in their unobstructed thereness,
to lickly around and fleetingly depthly touch ponder
"hey, it's aureolar aura, look!
patiently digital lingual compatriotically evinctored music, listen!
momentarily they will join ours to push back
this wickedly torporous night astraddle."
It'd be only for wear,
in our sadjesterschemes' flashes toolittle softly and hardly any;
hey, let's just do the road with no clocks tomorrow,
care for rocks today,
rutful stays and nights of yesterday,
headstrongly straightlysmoothly smoothlystraightly
headlongly all the way,
as far as we've any day.
C'mon, let's truesay,
it'd be better than not so worse.
Don't steal any of this. It's mine, Quake's,
copyright 2000. If you do take some, without
my letting you, your earth will shake.
Rather than you and me wasting the awesome
energy required for that, I'd rather spend it
in pleasant interactions. Ok? Just ask.