I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, March 20, 2014

It had been nailed there

Apropos of the day's news that Fred Phelps has passed on.



Before you want to tell me about not saying ill of the dead, etc, blah blah, look, mate, some people have been remiss in their dues to humanity. And then some people have been stealing from the humanity till and going through the pockets of everyone else. Fred's in that later category.

1 comment:

Java said...

Pinin' for the fjords...
Phelps was a pitiful soul. May he rest as his god intends.