Life

Paul Bell

When the dead become insane
The tramps the down, the ill-arranged
The junkies burning over flames
The fools who couldn’t be renamed
Where do they go to shoot the light
Eat the bread
Kill the night
The times are changing
Tells you on every wall
Don’t expect to be caught
When you jump, get pushed, or fall
The tickets gone my friend
Like the train that didn’t depart
Start queuing up for the next life
Can the hospital have your heart
You’ll have to be quick my friend
The man on the bridge has got a head start.

  • Author: Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 9th, 2021 05:22
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 20
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Losers unite? Not sure about this one, Paul.....

    • Paul Bell

      The race to hell on drugs.

      • Doggerel Dave

        Ah - should've got that; wrote on the topic myself - ' Peter's Complaint'.

      • spilleronsheet

        All we think about the struggles
        Without enjoying what we have today
        And then one day we are on the bridge of rebirth
        The cycle of life

        • Paul Bell

          We sure are.



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