Black shades hide it's face, <br />as it screams aloud for all to see, <br />yet the best thing, the funniest disgrace, <br />is that it's so easy to know how it be. <br /> <br />Blooming, the water's wide, <br />till stealing the author's soul, in black glasses, <br />screaming so snide, <br />in such stinking, greenish tinged grasses <br /> <br />The parasites assemble, as he resembles, <br />a deathly paradigm, the epitome of glee, <br />Then he sees the masses, and foully grumbles, <br />how he's so extremely unlucky. <br /> <br />Dimly he stares into the endless night, <br />and finally, gracefully, dies of fright<br /><br />Kevin Maroney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-glasses/
