gerkins..

The world is my pickle,
I wrought it of old,
With joy and laughter,
And happiness untold,
To watch it bloom,
Or decay in my view,
Where beauty once shone,
With glory anew,
It pains me more,
Daily I see,
How society crumbles,
With shouts of glee,
Whatever happened to,
The values we once held dear,
We watch them fade, while none shed tears,
This world is doomed,
To its decadence and rot,
But lovingly I remember still,
This pickle i wrought.

~anon~