Underground_Network
August 31st, 2009, 06:49 AM
There is a dark, gray storm cloud
Hovering gently above the local convenience store.
No worries,
The sky is always dark,
The people, always malevolent,
No reason to fear a little rain.
But then, out of nowhere,
A large thrashing noise
Escapes the sky
And shakes the earth.
The malevolent people of the streets
Look up and scream curses at the sky.
One man drops his coffee on his business suit
And almost starts to cry.
But then almost everyone starts to cry too,
When they realize the noise wasn't thunder,
The storm cloud isn't a cloud at all,
And the only phrase that comes to mind
To describe the situation is:
We're fucked.
Hovering gently above the local convenience store.
No worries,
The sky is always dark,
The people, always malevolent,
No reason to fear a little rain.
But then, out of nowhere,
A large thrashing noise
Escapes the sky
And shakes the earth.
The malevolent people of the streets
Look up and scream curses at the sky.
One man drops his coffee on his business suit
And almost starts to cry.
But then almost everyone starts to cry too,
When they realize the noise wasn't thunder,
The storm cloud isn't a cloud at all,
And the only phrase that comes to mind
To describe the situation is:
We're fucked.