This picture brings me glee

Das ist oll.

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It has just occured to me...

That I have never, EVER written a poem or short story on this blog sober. Shit.

The parade of human decency

The parade of human decency was a masqued ball, it wheeled about the town and down the streets with the idle pace of a dancing troupe,

There were cats and gods and intertwining tiles,

Abstract and resplendant; all the devils wore smiles.

First danced the selfless and then the kind,

Behind them stretched back in an infinite line danced the helpers and forgivers,

And last danced the guilty, slow and heavy, but made strong by repentance.

Not dancing were the scoffers, who scoffed and scoffed,

And scoffed and scoffed and scoffed until they choked,

And fell down to seizures on the floor.

"Man is but an accident of hateful birth!" they gurgled from the ground,

"There's nothing worth saving or protecting, smug despair at least,

offers the chance to leer, sneer!" But it never brings them peace.

Dancing in long rows were compassion and compromise, twin schools of whirling reds and orange,

Fluttering like heartbeats in long, ribboned coats,

Each with red silk scarves riding high on their throats.

Not dancing were spite and mistrust, who gathered conspiratorially in great dark murmurs,

"You can't make a point by agreeing!" growled spite from within it's rattled bones,

"You take an arguement by force" conceded mistrust, both of them alone.

Dancing last came the patient, roots grew from their fingers and their eyes reflected green,

They wove slowly past and the progression took days,

And then the dance dispersed, but the dancers never went away.

Not dancing were the wrathful, the furies and the hate, they stood not in attendance,

For of all the violent and the cruelties not a single one was left,

They had torn each other to pieces.

Nobody mourned their deaths.

Happy Jibberish Blog

Well, this isn't really going to go anywhere. With a name like that. To be honest, I would have given up a little bit ago. Oh, you should see the big, silly, mock-serious look on my face right now. Now I'm grinning.
I actually can't keep this up. Typing is too much fun to think about :D

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