Post by justfred on Jan 6, 2012 17:36:13 GMT
my tragedy is life after death
my life after Elisabeth's death
clinging to this existence
without the strength to die
a skeleton of a man
where a warrior once stood.
tragedy is feigning incontinence
because tiredness takes its toll
and it is easier to have the nurse
smile sweetly in the morning and say;
'never mind it is just an accident'
than to struggle to the commode.
tragedy is eating so-called food
that comes out harder than it went in
blended beyond recognition
but at least it passes time
trying to guess what it is
we are putting in our mouths
and pumping out the other end
probably tastier.
tragedy is having no children alive
from such a wonderful marriage
and growing old to learn
that your one and only grandson
is one of those homosexualists
but at least I have Michelle
my tragedy is Michelle
my beautiful granddaughter
visiting me each weekend
instead of doing what she should
and living her life
but she smiles like a sweet archaeologist
examining a relic
tragedy is having an oriental man
hiding in my wardrobe
crapping in my slippers
and eating my breakfast
thieving little slit-eyed bastard
driving me insane
more than is necessary.
tragedy is life after death
and this is my reincarnation
my life after Elisabeth's death
clinging to this existence
without the strength to die
a skeleton of a man
where a warrior once stood.
tragedy is feigning incontinence
because tiredness takes its toll
and it is easier to have the nurse
smile sweetly in the morning and say;
'never mind it is just an accident'
than to struggle to the commode.
tragedy is eating so-called food
that comes out harder than it went in
blended beyond recognition
but at least it passes time
trying to guess what it is
we are putting in our mouths
and pumping out the other end
probably tastier.
tragedy is having no children alive
from such a wonderful marriage
and growing old to learn
that your one and only grandson
is one of those homosexualists
but at least I have Michelle
my tragedy is Michelle
my beautiful granddaughter
visiting me each weekend
instead of doing what she should
and living her life
but she smiles like a sweet archaeologist
examining a relic
tragedy is having an oriental man
hiding in my wardrobe
crapping in my slippers
and eating my breakfast
thieving little slit-eyed bastard
driving me insane
more than is necessary.
tragedy is life after death
and this is my reincarnation
