Jono Alford - Irony

The irony of a best friend you cannot talk to
The strange redemption you seek in others
Why friends are so cold and thoughtless
I like to rely on irony as it never seems to fail
If there was a god out there
He would hear me squirm and wail
I fail to see the irony in the same old routine
Wake up just to be let down
By Irony and his friends

Irony likes to wake me
At every last mark
I seem to look for Irony
Waiting for its eyes to peer upon me
To leave one last impending scar
To say that I am torn in half
Is slightly pesemistic
To kick you when you down
As to face this is to pick yourself up
To laugh it in the face. To Irony. To Irony
You are such a disgrace

Jono Alford

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