As I am having a hard time today finishing an essay, I thought
I should try hand a bit into what we call irony. J
It has to go through a lot of critiquing yet and who knows, one day it’ll find
its way to a book. Dreams always come true.
I like you.
I like you a lot….
You go to church every Sunday and are always pleasing to
everyone you meet.
I like how religiously and honestly you go to church and take
note of the deficiency of people around you. I like you better after the service when you
make fun of these dishonest people.
I like you because you please people but more because you stab
them in their back after.
I like you because you appear clean and kind. And when the
person leaves, you mock them with your mimicry.
I like you because you are polite and tactful. I like you most
because you wait for the person to leave before you discuss his weakness.
I like you, everyday. As I wish everyday more dishonest and
less tactful people could grow, so honest and clean people like you could go.
And I like you more because you remind me that hell is
indeed just around the corner and not in the midst of people as good and as
clean as you.
After this post, i hope id be able to finish the activity i am preparing for my mythology class. And later, my poetry class. Thanks for reading.
