Last one...more mediocre poetry hot off the presses...

[joe_d_pimp]

You heard it folks, more mediocre poetry hot off the presses...thanks to meghan for leading me to ramble down this particular road...


They say truth is beauty and

truth/beauty is love,

And they say beauty is embodied in the

stars above, or maybe in the baby's

bootie, knit from love

They say truth is beauty, beauty love,
and that these are all cut from the same

cloth of life that make up each and

every below and above

They rumor truth to be beauty, love,

light, and that these things provide

natural light, to illuminate the proper

path of life lest we stumble, fall, and

lose ourselves while without the truth,

beauty, love light

They say truth is beauty and beauty is

love, ans it all provides light, but why

is do we confront a world that's covered

in blight, where might makes right...but

I thought the way of the right was the

way of the light, in which case the

might is the light and I want to be

blind b/c what the hell kind of truth is

that to find?

They say truth is beautiful, love, when

it's shining it's light, and the power

of love truly exudes might, so maybe

might is right, and the right thing is

to love...and oh how the mighty have

fallen, but we can offer them a hand,

and help them to stand, and where we

help to restore one there will a beacon

of light, mightily doing that which is

right, loving all life