dead

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)

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