Due to Guest's request, UG returns

[theundergrad]

Caught inside of visions,
The lonely prince he wanders
Out of thrown, and castle grand
And into the dream-land.

Lost, stumbling, on the bricks
And he’s fooled by all the tricks,
The people of the world
Had evil ways waiting!

But after months of sobs
He realized hate for mobs
And searching after his glory
No evil could stop his way.

On thorny bushes he trips,
A scattered brain is his.
He wonders am I insane,
But sanity would remain.

In practice of adventure,
Some maidens made with him.
And drunken blows were dealt.
The stinging gave him pain!

Thus, the love hurt and tried,
And the hated broke and lied.
The lonely Prince many nights,
Sat alone with tears to fight.

Till autumn evening came,
All leaves fell again.
He watched the faces
Of strange Halloween

Then looked on himself,
And noticed he on his own
A mask and costume were worn
He tore off the sadness with rage!

Ever since he lives his life,
Now Unburdened by his resentment.
Now Content in his contentment
And Happy with his wife.

[theundergrad]

To Jeff who told me to write about things which he did not know of or he would not accept:

Writing is not all self expression, but sometimes a mirror for the reader. Write for the reader. If the reader enjoys the story or likes the words, this is more important than self expression. We all know about the suburbs and the quick blow jobs, about the dope and the sin. But why dwell? Why not write about what is good, even if we do not see it in the world, ESPECIALLY if we do not see it in the world.