Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Party time


The pretentious "High Born"
their shallow goal to adorn
outsiders scorn.
Whilst I, before forlorn
choose to be alone in the crowd
amazed by the prattle they sputter out.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey, ik ben normaal niet zo voor gedichten, maar deze vind ik dus echt wel tof (hb-mind?)