Monday, October 4

in loving memory:

Thank you for dying; your
passing was greatly enjoyed
especially by the media and
masses alike; you have given
us something to talk about –
re-ignited our conversations;
newspapers, newsanchors,
buzzing again with sympathy;
you have re-united the nation,
as your husband once has,
but with gossip and mourning.
Society awaits the crumbling
of the withering remains
of your statured generation.

6 comments:

jacq said...

fucking awesome poem!

jacq said...

though if i were you id omit the title. *shifty eyes at thought police*

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emtonmi said...

I was quite hesitant about the title too, but I wanted this to be blunt, so I thought: heck with the thought police!

Jacq said...

I think subtlely makes the poem better, I would still know what it was about even if you didn't have the title.

Jin said...

nice. cynical, eh?

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