poem a day 8

April 9, 2012 § 4 Comments


like really

so, it’s that day again, when
I remember before
all the pomp&foolery how
we were just everday kids
who did everyday everything
together all over the shtetl
all our lives until all hell broke loose
and then decisions were made ofcourse,
and now it’s that time again, so likeyo!
I gotta say doo◉d and do◉odettes
at least get the damn story straight

he was like down to earth
he loved a good honest argument over a good meal before
a good lay he hated pomp and fools and cared little
about sin. not his gig.

he was not real big on irony either, that
was my department, so like really
it’s good he’s already dead, is all
I have to say

and maybe I miss his
contrary ways


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