09 November 2006
Poem: To Fear Him, or Fear For Him?
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To Fear Him, or Fear For Him?
By Jeff R. (Fenny F.)
Written 11/9/2006, Original Web Release, 11/9/2006
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
I dream of distant lands
Of the castles in the air,
But Grandma doesn't like it,
And Grandpa doesn't care;
But the more the Earth revolves
The more I long for there
Leave this broken dream behind
Leave for the castle in the air!
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
One day he said "It's warm,"
I said "Turn the air down more;"
But with all his good sense gone
It went from eighty-three to eighty-four;
I tried to tell him why
The scale goes the other way;
Another scar upon my heart
Is what I got for pay.
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
I don't know what will please him
What his anger needs to soothe,
I've given up a lot
Though I'm very lucky too;
I stay away from dope
While others smoke unto the grave;
They drink themselves into the ground,
I have one glass a day.
I don't know why I bother him
Or why he cannot sleep;
While 'woofers are ablaze outside
I hardly make a peep;
Am I really bad for being here
And pecking at the keys,
While many of those I used to know
Are picking up disease?
It makes no sense to me at all,
I cannot comprehend,
Why we're torn so far apart
Or where to start the mend;
But even as bad as this sounds
I don't fear so much for me;
I worry that time eats his brain,
That even worse is what he'll be.
I fear him,
I fear for him
But know naught of what to do;
I want to try to help him,
But his verbal sting's so cruel -
"No good deed shall go unpunished,"
When it comes to him, it's true.
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
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¶ 11/09/2006 04:55:00 PM
***
To Fear Him, or Fear For Him?
By Jeff R. (Fenny F.)
Written 11/9/2006, Original Web Release, 11/9/2006
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
I dream of distant lands
Of the castles in the air,
But Grandma doesn't like it,
And Grandpa doesn't care;
But the more the Earth revolves
The more I long for there
Leave this broken dream behind
Leave for the castle in the air!
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
One day he said "It's warm,"
I said "Turn the air down more;"
But with all his good sense gone
It went from eighty-three to eighty-four;
I tried to tell him why
The scale goes the other way;
Another scar upon my heart
Is what I got for pay.
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
I don't know what will please him
What his anger needs to soothe,
I've given up a lot
Though I'm very lucky too;
I stay away from dope
While others smoke unto the grave;
They drink themselves into the ground,
I have one glass a day.
I don't know why I bother him
Or why he cannot sleep;
While 'woofers are ablaze outside
I hardly make a peep;
Am I really bad for being here
And pecking at the keys,
While many of those I used to know
Are picking up disease?
It makes no sense to me at all,
I cannot comprehend,
Why we're torn so far apart
Or where to start the mend;
But even as bad as this sounds
I don't fear so much for me;
I worry that time eats his brain,
That even worse is what he'll be.
I fear him,
I fear for him
But know naught of what to do;
I want to try to help him,
But his verbal sting's so cruel -
"No good deed shall go unpunished,"
When it comes to him, it's true.
Time has torn all logic
It is scattered to the wind
I can find little trace
Of what a man he once had been;
I know no magic pill
Or a remedy that can cure
The monster that comes forth
When the arguments are sure.
***
DISTRIBUTION
AND ATTRIBUTION INFORMATION: If you wish to distribute this work, it
is sufficient to copy it, in its entirety, when redistributing it
(including the title, by-line, and version information at the
beginning of the work; as well as this footer). This will include the
by-line, which will suffice as the form of attribution to the author
required by the Creative Commons Share-Alike Attribution 2.5 license.
I, the author, do not care whether redistribution is done in
electronic or printed form. And, if you're still reading this footer,
thank you for caring about my wishes, and reading my work. =:o)
¶ 11/09/2006 04:55:00 PM
