Photo credit: Ah Fay
How do I love thee/let me count the ways
- You snow in spring time
 - You rain incessantly
 - You make people contemplate suicide 10 times in a day
 - You hail in the mid of day
 - Only in you do I find the sight of bums familiar
 - You close down half the mental hospitals in the city, forcing mental patients into the corner of desperation, pain and wasting
 - Your dream come true is the Winter fucking Olympics
 - Your refusal to acknowledge the poverty and depravity that exists in the heart of your very bosom
 - The murderous sprees you spawn
 - The Church of Scientology and it's free stress tests
 - Your banning of public smoking
 - Your advertising and observance of Earth Hour
 
Oh Vancouver/ I shall but love thee better after death
No comments:
Post a Comment