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For Old Times' Sake

this phony phase
feels out of place

last opportunity for a hello,
all too soon it's time to go

my time is up
hand me that poison cup,
I'll suck it up

and disappear,
get out of here,
won't persevere

I see myself in hindsight
in bleak streaks of insight

In the depths of this death chamber
I suddenly remember
the unity that death will dismember

so mercilessly thrown about,
no more so sturdy, no more stout

but I'm just an organic process,
no more and certainly no less

It happened to red-haired Bess,
it tore up Rudolf Hess

I feel that sour taste
as this total waste
approaches without haste

this body, an intermittent shape and form;
a fleshy sort of storm

quite scary when it dies down,
this side-effective ego clown;

this jester, self-aware, side-effective;
an evolutionary spin-off, bitterly defective

but I'm glad to get rid of my self,
stuck back up on a dusty, evolutionary shelf

I've had this body for old times' sake;
somewhere there's a monk with some gravel to rake




Bunden vers (Rim) av Ingvar Loco Nordin VIP
Läst 43 gånger och applåderad av 2 personer
Publicerad 2021-10-16 18:59



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  Bengt H VIP
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