TimeA Poem by Paul Bell
When the dead become insane
The tramps the down, the ill-arranged The junkies burning over flames The fools who couldn’t be renamed Where do they go to shoot the light Eat the bread Kill the night The times are changing Tells you on every wall Don’t expect to be caught When you jump, get pushed, or fall The tickets gone my friend Like the train that didn’t depart Start queuing up for the next life Can the hospital have your heart You’ll have to be quick my friend The man on the bridge has got a head start. © 2017 Paul BellReviews
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Added on September 24, 2017Last Updated on September 24, 2017 AuthorPaul BellAboutI like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..Writing
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