tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53976558119957593012012-02-16T20:32:46.748-08:00Asymmetricahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723413376385492996noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5397655811995759301.post-42182613754480965642006-11-09T06:47:00.000-08:002006-11-09T07:00:30.624-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We lived, we smiled and we happily got high.<br />It did not matter much that we lived in a pig sty.<br /><br />We sang the songs of youth, and peered into the sky.<br />It did not matter much that we peered from a pig sty.<br /><br />We strummed and fiddled, and we watched time fly by.<br />It did not matter much that we watched from a pig sty.<br /><br />We ate and we drank, and we grabbed a piece of the pie.<br />It did not matter much that we grabbed it in a pig sty.<br /><br />We watched the heavens cry, and saw the nights die.<br />It did not matter much that we saw it from a pig sty.<br /><br />We played among riches, and we ran the coffers dry.<br />It did not matter much that we played in the pig sty.<br /><br />We left the kitchens dirty, and spilled the chicken fry.<br />It did not matter much that we spilled it in a pig sty.<br /><br />We stooped in decadence, and made even the pigs shy.<br />It did not matter much that we stooped in the pig sty.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5397655811995759301-4218261375448096564?l=asymmetrica-poetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Asymmetricahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02723413376385492996noreply@blogger.com0