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Holy Sonnet 10 by John Donne

In Poetry on April 23, 2011 at 8:37 am

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.

Sister is a Bitch

In Family on April 2, 2011 at 2:17 pm

My sister is a bitch. I do not understand why she is such when she has all she wants. She is the favorite child of my douchebag father. They are really close that he gives her all that she wants. You might think that is an exaggeration but, no, sir! That is very true. As anyone here with a sister knows, the father gives everything that the sister desires. I do not know why she is being such a self-righteous bitch. She has a violent streak, unlike me. I am just quiet and take all the insults like a boss. My bitchy sister is like Sonny Corleone in the Godfather. No shit, man. Like him, she is very impulsive and vindictive. That is another reason why I rarely get angry, by the way. When you get angry, you get dumb. Dumb as a rock. Look at what happened to Sonny Corleone. His rash decisions prove to be his weakness and, in the end, proved to be fatal. So watch what you’re gonna do, bitch. Maybe you’re end may prove to be as fitting.