…i am ashamed of myself…
Random doodles drawn in math class today. Sometimes college can be boring, folks. And sometimes, you just can’t get the Once-ler out of your head, so you put him on paper.
(FYI, just ignore the math. It’s not fun. Trust me.)
How bad/can I/possi/bly be?
I just/wanted/to earn/money.
I was/just fol/lowing/my dream.
I did/n’t mean/to chop/those trees.
Unless/someone/cares a/whole aw/ful lot,
It’s not/going/to get/better/; it’s not.
The Once/-ler did/feel re/morse and/regret,
And we/can’t help/but love/and for/give him.
(I’ve got to write some sonnet lines in my theatre class. Thank Godric, they don’t have to rhyme, or I’d be screwed! But I was listening to Traveling Madness and this immediately was conceived. You’re welcome.)
(Art by EvayoArt on deviantArt: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=once-ler&order=9&offset=24#/d4sgz5x )