PunchlineA Poem by Rhys JacobsInspired by Allen Moore, gallows humor and coffee.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring to you
the modern man, sickly in his repose. Observe his darkest valour, his words true in their assessment of what he may suppose is the truth of all men, oh-so graceless. He stumbles on his words like the cripple, taking tumbling steps, bumbling, careless. Feel no love, draw your fickle attention one last time to his gaping cavern mouth. The words s-st-stutter in their forming, glass cannon teeth shatter projectiles South. Soldier, rank your distaste in his mourning. Ladies and gentlemen, I've set before you my most pitiful story... sad, but true. © 2014 Rhys Jacobs |
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Added on February 1, 2014 Last Updated on February 1, 2014 AuthorRhys JacobsCape Town, South AfricaAboutI'm in a burning house and I'm taking you all with me. Pull up a chair and pour yourself a stiff drink. more..Writing
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