| General Poetry
posted June 9, 2025 |
An event...
Just After Midnight.
At one-twelve a.m.
I passed away,
and as I did, I arose
a foot above my nose
to say to myself abed,
'Awaken friend,"
unwilling to go.
Still, the tug
from above
tried its best
to have me leave,
but I held taut
to a wisp of a thread
of humanity attached
to the corpse below.
It had the desired effect,
as the dead yelled, "Ouch"
as I fell from above
with a thunderous thud
cracking the bedboards
upon where we slept.
Glory Hallelujah.
The moral, I guess,
is to "Be better prepared"
which I wasn't,
laying undressed
neath satin sheets
when the call arrived
for me to die.
Now, I had no choice
when I arrived, to be
in the nude, as you were too,
but to return home
without a stitch on my bones,
being a self-conscious guy,
I just couldn't be seen
not wearing my Calvin Kleins
nor custom-made Tecova boots...
What kind of cad do you think I am?
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