Sick Rhymes

posted on 2019-06-13

An experiment in shortcodes and CSS.

Edit: Actually everything sucks and I have given up.

CSS inspiration from HERE .

‘Invictus’

by William Earnest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath of tears
Looms but the horror of the shade.
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gait,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.

‘Masks’

by Shel Silverstein

She had blue skin
And so did he.
He kept it hid
And so did she.

They searched for blue skin
Their whole life through.
Then passed right by
And never knew.

‘This Be the Verse’

by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you up with the faults they had
And add some extra just, for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another’s throats.\

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don’t have any kids yourself.

four oh four

by <link>, from bash.org

once upon a midnight dreary,
while i pron surfed, weak and weary,
over many a strange and spurious site of ' hot xxx galore'.
While i clicked my fav'rite bookmark,
suddenly there came a warning,
and my heart was filled with mourning,
mourning for my dear amour,
" 'Tis not possible!", i muttered,
" give me back my free hardcore!"
..... quoth the server, 404.