PS. 最近喜欢尝试幽默讽刺的诗风 以及讲究押韵. 如果你看了笑得出来 表示我大概有做到如此. 内容中如有冒犯 请多包含 只是纯粹创作自娱 绝无恶意 ^.^ My anger is a burden. It gains weight in every season For no reason And there's no need to reason. My anger is a musician Playing confusion with precision. He offers his pupils many a lesson Yet nothing they achieve – only to worsen. My anger is a Muslim Working as a terrorist for ransom. If you dare fathom his bottom, He bombs airplanes at random. My anger is an apple so rotten, Since it fled from Eden. Genetically modified into Wrath so swollen, It is grown with its six brothers by Satan. Pandora breeds my anger so often And her box you shall never open. For what may come to happen Even Shakespeare has not written. My anger is always drunken And quick to redden. The safety belt he ought to fasten, Lest his child be left as an orphan. My anger is a salesman Who always sells tension To buy your rage for his children – A toy for them worth a million. -- http://blog.xuite.net/eddyguitar/music http://www.rockacola.com/music/artist.asp?artist_no=21325 Eddy的词曲创作小宇宙 --

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