Inevitable demise courtesy grim reaper

rew4er2nail

 

Since advent of Homo sapiens

objection overruled against immortality

all across millenniums humans

generated, amplified, and

 

idly reverberated (Billy me) rebel yell,

when finality 'twixt consciousness

eternal existence doth die as well

grievous news laudable hospice staff did tell

 

us (meaning yours truly plus

his deux darling siblings), I

in addition to older and younger sister,

thru passionate love making

intercourse did propel

 

seeds of life embarking

upon parent trap role
til sands of time did runneth out, and

for whom (him) the death knell

bell tolled, now funereal shroud covers dell.

 

Born April 9th, 1929 - Hebrew

ancestry papa never witnessed affection,

whereby his father - a liberal Jew

(mine paternal grandfather)

purportedly gave nary a blues clue

about welfare regarding youngest son

christened Boyce Brandon Harris,

 

who harbored quashed feelings

glommed like figurative ague

nsync with chowing down

into his esophageal flue

peristalsis allowing, enabling,

and providing gurgling goo

gull faintly sounding

 

to (my lard) Doctor Seuss

eerily similar to Horton hears a hoo

after milk (deciduous) teeth

gave way to papa's adult choppers

(by George), whereby

he could thoroughly chew

heavily saturated high caloric ethnic cuisine

 

(albeit American, Chinese,

and eats of ethnic Jew),

which high cholesterol comestibles

probably contributed to congestive heart failure,

now plaguing papa on his deathbed - loo

zing his tenuous grip on life,

where rigor mortis will find his body

chilled courtesy cold storage queue.

 

I feel sad today (September 29th, 2020)

and inconsolably weep,

cuz the man who helped beget me

after coroner pronounces

lovely bones lifeless heap

immediate fate most likely cremated

versus buried six feet deep

 

despite absence of his presence

cherished memories of his value,

yours truly will keep

plus recalling mine boyhood

chuck of full of bliss

particularly driving, fending, staving... off

bogeyman or any other menacing creep.

 

 

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 30th, 2020 11:05
  • Category: Sad
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  • Lorna

    I have to say this is so intriguing..... I tangled my way through and am happy I did....... clever.



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