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:
fucking awesome poem!
though if i were you id omit the title. *shifty eyes at thought police*
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I was quite hesitant about the title too, but I wanted this to be blunt, so I thought: heck with the thought police!
I think subtlely makes the poem better, I would still know what it was about even if you didn't have the title.
nice. cynical, eh?
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