Dumbass Llamas poems

Yeh anyways,
my other poem thread frittered away, frittered far away and i dont really want to go retrieve because i've moved on from that stage into a whole new loada crap so yeh....

Yeh
Yeh, i get you,
but do you get me?
Sure you can understand,
But do you get me?
They are two very
different things, all in one
world, one galaxy, one universe
Would you get me on Mars? On
Pluto? No
But you try i give you that
I may be your shoulder to cry on but
Where do i cry
I can sit for hours listening to your worries,
anxietes, hopes, dreams
But when do you sit with me?
Where Who When?
When? When we reach that new part of life just before
we lie down and die?
No
I'll sit and listen to your cries for life
But i will
ill listen
yeh, i will, yeh

We all stand by and
watch the heavens close and
the firey gate of hell open and
consume the remaining angels

We all stand by and
watch as the fall to thier
eternal burning
and the demons of the earth emerge

We will all stand by and
watch as the world falls to
pieces, and the battle of heaven and hell
comences, hell drives forth.

Its yours
Its yours the responsibility,
You cant me pay off,
You cant shout as if its my fault,
You cant expect this of me,
How can you give money,
How can you give me grief,
How can you expect this of me,
There is only so much,
When you come home,
Its yours,
The responsibility is yours,
Not mine,
In the end she's yours,
Not mine,
You cant shout me down,
Then act as if nothings happened,
You cant apoligise,
Because when you do,
Its for the wrong thing,
I can take the shouting,
But when you think its me,
You cant say anything,
You're sorry for shouting?
No,
No you should be sorry for passing it,
Passing your responsibility,
Your child,
Your job as a mother,
On to me,
Its not fair,
Its not practical,
Its not right.