Because I wrote a poem about it.
An Ode to the Inferiority of the Rock
Oh how I loathe thee, miserable rock --
Thy rough exterior is but a doorway to thy soul --
The amphitheater of corrupted thoughts
Not meant for the ears of the pure.
Crumbling monuments of scholars past,
Thy philosophy is unwelcome here.
Oh, miserable rock!
Thou claimest stability,
But in reality,
Thou art the epitome
Of all that is wrong in the world.
How canst thou remain in a world where
Water seethes at your very existence,
Grazing away at the withered field of
Your monotonous being? Wind
Scars thee, but you will not bleed
For thou hast no substance,
No sustenance for life.
Pale, deathly rock!
Oh, miserable rock... Thou art as ugly as sin!