In death we do no wrong
To the remainders
Who smoke of our benevolence
Silver polished personality
Compassion comparable to Mother Teresa
Refined like sugar
“He never said a bad word about anyone.”
They left out that he was a son of a bitch
Taking hold of our earnings
Leaving us stranded
Why must we immortalize the immoral
He will live up to his laud
Posthumously
More alive when dead
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Katie this is a most interesting reflection in poetic form where people have two sides one that we remember good or bad. Well done my friend
Thank you for taking the time to read and your generous words.
This is great. Helps ease the pain I suffer on hearing all those bull shit eulogies...
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