Saturday, February 13, 2010


My laughter comes from irony
And it's through sarcasm I breathe
Though it may seem a bit pretentious

Yet somehow I begin to find
I always miss it when it's mine
Until it's too late to prevent it

Situations have always shown
That I should have already known
What would happen far before it blew up in my face

Irony is my amusement, yet my enemy
I must concede it's so confusing, to miss what I of all people should see
A smartass shouldn't get caught up in poetic defeats
O why does irony blindside me?

Again I'm lovestruck like a fool
And I can't seem to play it cool
So she determines I'm just creepy

And once I see where I went wrong
I put repentance into song
But even more she'd rather never see me

I tell this girl who can't stand me
To call it my apology
But once again it all just blows up in my face

Irony is...

It seems that I've boxed myself in
Time to break my limits again
And finally find a new inspiration

Yet obligation comes today
To once again make my muse pain
And so my plan develops complications

After this come ire and love
And I wonder, is this a sign from above
That things will still continue to just blow up in my face?

Irony is...

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