death sat by the sidewalk
nursing a beer
his eyes twinkling with
bloodshot cheer
he raised his bottle and
took a swig
and then another to make it
big
he belched, farted and let
out a sigh
as he wonderingly watched
the world whiz by
he saw a traffic jam that
stretched a mile
and never spotted a single cheery
smile
he gazed into their eyes wet with worry
heard their short steps
breathless in hurry
like they were rapidly
running out of place
and thought of the Piper
and the rat race
so he shook his head and
raised many toasts
to the lovely living who
lived like ghosts
to the teeming millions who
struggled on
like broken clockwork toys
from dusk to dawn
and pondered if they even knew
their crime
that they were dead before
he called time.
ram cobain
(Pic courtesy Dreamtime)
