Saturday, April 19, 2008

Depressed Kids Eat More Sweets



The ice-cream truck that hawks its wares in my parents' neighborhood plays "Greensleeves." Ad nauseam. You know the tune. Sample lyrics below:

Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.

For I have loved you well and long,

Delighting in your company.


Your vows you've broken, like my heart,

Oh, why did you so enrapture me?

Now I remain in a world apart
But my heart remains in captivity.


It's enough to make you strap yourself to a bomb-pop and never look back.

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