Hooray Say the Roses by Charles Bukowski

hooray say the roses, darkness comes

all at once, like the lights gone out, 

the sun leaves dark continents 

and rows of stone. 

hooray say the roses, cannons and spires, 

birds, bees, bombers, today is FRIDAY

the hand holding a medal out the window, 

a moth going by, half a mile an hour,

hooray hooray

hooray say the roses

we have empires on our stems

the sun moves the mouth:

hooray hooray hooray

and that is why you like us.  

photo source: the fashion spot