Lower The CasketA Poem by CrowleyFeeling a bit like a fat b*****d.Standing storm calm, still, on that hardened patch of sand A beach of forever and forever's, broken without so much as a pardon He pissed himself and tried to stop his hobbled heart from beating Watching as her silhouette became a soul sickened memory he wanted
Lower the casket fat b*****d This one's a f**k Hung by the neck with an idiots rope May God shut the doors lest his shadow fly And grip heaven in a liars fist
She had blown in on that very beach with a confidence worth measuring Who wouldn't have wanted to spend eternity probing those eyes Sharp tongues and the power born of rum soaked dreams....misplaced Watching the look on her face turn from fancy, to hollow, to hate
Another shovel full fat b*****d This one's a king Beheaded in haste with a simpletons blade The wrought iron gates of purgatory sing Emblazoned with his crest alone
Mind your thoughts and move through this life with a heart like a shelf And place on it only those things that make you better than the night Rejoice in the fact that you are not God and certainly not merely a man And give her, her due and then some, that skin is beautiful history
Say the prayer fat b*****d This one's a man Bludgeoned with a hustlers hammer That sacred moment before death's dance Was the moment he saw God
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6 Reviews Added on July 24, 2018 Last Updated on July 30, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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