And her book of poems lulled her to sleep.
The whining, whimpering narratives of nature
and love.
That is not life, she knew, and you do too -
so she burned her book of poems
and took hold the bottle she used to do battle -
and defied the dark demented fantasy
she saw - on the earth and in her head.
bill nye the science guy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-once-knew-a-girl/
