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Life Smiles - - For the movie poem Comp

 
Are accidents ever truly accident
Or does the fickle finger of fate
Celestially force events on us
Does fate have a sense of humour
Does fate understand irony?
Is fate set regardless of our actions
If that's the case then it's clear
Accidents are not accidental

The Irony drips constantly on this one
Picture a Sculptor a skilled artisan
His sculptures, smooth and curvy
He is happy having the perfect life
Then Captain Irony shows up
All the way from Fateland with a
Gift for our talented sculptor
A deliberately caused accident

Lying inside an iron lung
Doesn't make you Iron Man
Especially when you can't move
Paralysed from the neck down
Loses him his ability to move
Loses him his Daily dignity
Kept alive by machine
A slow creep to death

He sees the nurse, kind of hot
Stripped down for a bed bath
Wishing he could actually feel
Her hands all over him
Wishing he could touch her
Wishing he could fuck her
Desiring to sculpt her
But he's capable of nothing

His love of sculpting now hurts
His love of women and sex impotent
Cant wipe his nose or his ass
Just a vegetable with an active mind
Every day is mentally torturous
His pride sold to the highest bidder
Not even an iota of dignity left
He decides enough is enough
This life is not worth living

He knows without the machines
He will certainly die
He demands them switched off
Of course they refuse
Just because they don't know
Exactly what it's like to be him
He applies to the courts
Switch me off is my right

A make shift court room in the hospital
The man in the iron lung speaks passionately
Of his passion for death rather than dying
After much deliberating the wise old judge
Grants his wish; the sweet release of death
They switch off the machines: Silence!
Just as he drift he does the one thing
He can still do
He smiles
David_Macleod
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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Copyright 2018 David Macleod All Rights Reserved. No part of this Poem may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other...
Copyright 2018 David Macleod All Rights Reserved. No part of this Poem may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of David Macleod. dtmacleod@easy.com
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