A Wish to be ForgottenA Poem by Jonny The Savage
I'll bury the hatchet...
Right in his f*****g skull. Let the blood splatter, I want them all to know what I've done. Tell them all, that because of me, He no longer breathes. Watch them cry, Acting like they knew him. A funeral filled with fakes. Fond memories fill the air, Of a man they never knew, That they never tried to meet But just assumed. Know that this is him, What he became. And he would be most pleased, If you could oblige And forget his name. © 2015 Jonny The SavageAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJonny The SavageAtlantis, Apple RockAboutAesthete, philosopher and scholar first; and a writer, poet and musician second. A rather blunt individual with no regard for dogma or taboo. A curious soul seeking the truth beyond this mortal coil. more..Writing
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