Shameless Bereavement

17 Jul 2014

Tomdavies
Oh him? He died lately,
Seized by floods amid a hike,
But woe not, he left sedately,
'Cause he told me what it was like,

Enticing, he said, the end came quick,
It saved me of all you useless pricks,
I'll long for the tree's, the hills the blunts,
But now I'm spared a sphere of retarded cunts,
Sobriety's shit, society's fucked, my essence went to dirt,
Now I'm free of anguish, astray of that which hurt,
No moronic drones, identity clones, wretched wealth diggers,
Feeble leaders, ego feeders and vicious degenerate niggers,
No loathing, fatigue, or cemented in system chains,
But a placid refuge of oneness, it sometimes even rains,

Aghast I was to hear it, this is what I said,
In harmony you are, nix but a 404'd thread,
You fortuitous little cunt, help me to transcend,
Why not ask if you could've taken a friend?
You see the flood was your benevolence,
Your death was your glee,
Fathom it not our severance,
And instead our ecstasy,

Alas don't be assured, leave my quarrel aside,
I will have to concede, 'cause I have terribly lied,
Before I continue to tale, or I run too far ahead,
Relent my misgiving, I only wish I could talk to the dead,

Rhyming

Anger

3

0

Tomdavies

Find out more about Tomdavies.

Poems by style

Poems by content

Archive

About MyPoetryForum

If you enjoy poetry, this forum is the ideal place for you to read new poems, meet the authors and improve your own poetry by judging and discussing the poetry of others.