Sad Cement
What does it matter after we are gone from among them? All stiff and still, wide eyed, Happy smile faces, long teeth, leather skinned, all laying around in piles while our spirits circle, circle overhead, saddened by the disrespect shown our rotting corpses. At home, our cheated loved ones happy, hug the urns of ashes that are really just some cups of sad cement.Hey, it's not that big a deal, they were all dead anyway. Written March 8th, 2002 © on Mar 07 2002 03:11 PM PST, same as above 0 • 9
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"What does it matter..."