Playing around in cyberspace
We come face-to-face
With the vanity
And utter banality
Of our flawed humanity.
Playing around in cyberspace
We come face-to-face
With the vanity
And utter banality
Of our flawed humanity.
Two lonely rivers met
And being single
Did their waters mingle.
They are lonely yet
Men their hearts lose
To girls in unsuitable shoes.
Fire will always burn.
No lessons are learned
While the world, unconcerned
On it’s axis continues to turn.
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I owe a debt to Kiplings’s “The Gods of The Copybook Headings” for line 3 of the poem:
“As surely as Water will wet us, as surely as Fire will burn,
The Gods of the Copybook Headings with terror and slaughter return!”.
http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_copybook.htm
You may desire a thing
And whistle in the wind.
But wishes fail to fly
And oft times die
With a doleful sigh.
Such is the lot Of you and I.