(I was in a bad mood and this is what came to me. I happen to think stuff like this is funny, if you don’t, then don’t read it. Well, I warned you. I’ll updat if more come to me.)
You’ll never reach the end of the rainbow,
and even if you did,
there wouldn’t be a pot of gold at the end.
There’s no light at the end of the tunnel,
only phosphorescent rocks.
There’s no such thing as a cloud with silver lining,
but there are ones that are completely gray.
It’s true there’s no ‘I’ in ‘team’
but there is a ‘me’.
The glass really is half empty.
You schould cry over spilled milk.
It really is a lose.
If you keep trying,
you’ll keep failing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Would you believe the eternal optimist in me loves this entry? It's ture... well almost true... well it could be true... well I just didn't want to make you sad... ok, this is awful... well you need to be deported for this kind of outrageous filth... How Dare You!