In my pretty box

In my pretty box

A Poem by Rob Funk

Such a fine suit,

Mom asks,

Why did he shoot?

Sis says,

I think it was over loot,

Uncle says,

You would never know by looking in this casket,

But they carried his brain out in a basket,

Mom cries,

Hey now everybody dies,

 

© 2013 Rob Funk


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One word : Awesome...:)......

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Rob Funk

11 Years Ago

You so totally rock lol!
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

Thank you kindly...You are welcome...:)
A look at a dark snipet of time and tradgedy, so painfully common in this dangerous world Rob!
it says it all.
Will

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

clever, it was simple and nice.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Rob Funk
Rob Funk

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A Poem by Rob Funk