Heaven In A GelA Poem by Beatrice MarsWhen did the pursuit of
Happiness
Become the pursuit of
Wealth?
You are on rocky ground
and the
Heaven in a Gel,
That you lather yourself with
Still has the obvious cons,
Just remember it is
Stupid/Idiotic
And you are,
AmazingSlashAwesome.
No one could lament more deeply
For this claustrophobic
Patronizing, paranoiac
Mess,
But,
If you're making mayhem
Anyway;
Spin me around,
Dance Dance,
Like a viennese waltz at
Hitler's birthday party.
(You two would get on well.)
I'm pulling my hair out,
Stressing over
Your 'tragedy'.
And I am utterly
Confused,
At this strange
Enemy.
I'll make all your
Dreams come
True,
(Spin me around)
Even the bad
Ones,
(Dance Dance)
And your hearts desires.
(Aren't worth anything any more)
The seagulls start
Their lunchtime search,
Their police line up,
Across the
Inner-City high-school football pitch.
The caretakers work
(Take Care!)
Is done,
And so is mine,
I think,
(As) I look down at you
And your mangled body
(In your Jack Wills T-shirt)
And commit the image to memory.
But I wasn't looking.
(At the bottle,
Just what was on my plate,
And now its all gone.)
And I got hit by a passing bus.
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Added on October 27, 2009Last Updated on November 27, 2009 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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