I look upon the world and call down to its people
Their tragedy brings gladness to my countenance
For why should such feeble creatures be happy
When their sorrow brings about my own joy?
They believe themselves strong, able to weather near all
So I hurl every inconvenience their way.
I feed on their sadness, their suffering and pain
Their tears fill my finest glass of wine.
I create evil places, my best the HOA
Heaven's Omnipotent Assassins, what did you think I meant?
A simple party destroyed by stupid little rules
Destroying the gathering of friends and sweet drinks.
The boys who come to this yard deserve no milkshakes,
Only pain.
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Response to Hap
PoetryDedicated to Thomas Hardy's late wife, Florence. I hope that you're yard of all people's is allowed milkshakes. ~HardyHarHar1840