Can... sir Vic...allow the sneak ...
Tho Gene.. it seems to be
Posing as a wonderman
Snake oil..up his sleeves
Harpy's lost her writhing topping
Sages mourn the news
C and hem...together again
Careful ..of them tubes
Unturned sores becry the fallen
They themselves..a shrug
Movie walls adorn the halls
New feature...different drug
Saddle bags..attached and ready
Give that pony head
Sunset's draining ..time's a'waning
Who noticed you were dead?
I did
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Author:
James Perrin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Cryptic but not too much so, just enough to be poetic. Lovely and well said.
Thanks...it's about watching my dad pass away in the hospital..drugged up for pain...seeing pictures on the wall...
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