you all gathered in solemnity's
arms, complacent gatherers
dressed in trenches and roses
for a sendoff with death present
contained in cherrywood-stained oak
glazed artificial
parading before the observers
witnesses testified of my greatness
as a human being, painted me in
saintly purples, blues and whites
'til i resembled mr. pope on his
deathbed with a hard-on pointed to god
listening to his loving non-lovers
last guy to come up, though
sniffed a bit, but not from
grief--he grinned yellow
diamonds and proclaimed
"the guy was an asshole!"
before hauling his proverbially-
borrowed ass from the floor
hey
hey
thanks for being honest
Author notes
I'm not funny, but I can certainly try to be.
Thought this up on the spot; enjoy (or not).
Comments
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This was rather humorous, yes. I didn't care for the two uses of "gather" right near the beginning, making that bit of the stanza sound redundant. But overall, I liked this. Oh, and I don't think the title fits, but oh well.
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witnesses testified of my greatness
as a human being, painted me in
saintly purples, blues and whites
'til i resembled mr. pope on his
deathbed with a hard-on pointed to god
listening to his loving non-lovers
LMAO. Oh shit. Now THIS was fuckin' HIGH-LARIOUS, roomie!
But also quite excellent. I really like your style here...it has a playful bite to it, something that could be seen as both hysterical and holy, but all in all, just plain damn goodness!
Yeah, yeah...love that honesty.
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