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Ode to a dead tramp.
Tell me why, now,
after sponging
through life
and then being found
by a similar fellow
laying in your bath,
amidst a few inches of blood,
tell me why,
we should start
giving a shit.
So, you cracked out
the mouth harp
once or twice
to justify
existing off
handouts
and leftist
benefit cheques.
It's funny how
the moment
you croak
the softer
they get.
Well,
I don't buy it
and it's sad that they do...
I'm not saying
'good riddance,'
but I'd just like
to stop by
to say
'you never really
mattered.'
after sponging
through life
and then being found
by a similar fellow
laying in your bath,
amidst a few inches of blood,
tell me why,
we should start
giving a shit.
So, you cracked out
the mouth harp
once or twice
to justify
existing off
handouts
and leftist
benefit cheques.
It's funny how
the moment
you croak
the softer
they get.
Well,
I don't buy it
and it's sad that they do...
I'm not saying
'good riddance,'
but I'd just like
to stop by
to say
'you never really
mattered.'
Published 8th Jan 2010
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Anonymous
8th Jan 2010 3:48pm
honest as always.yeah not her, nor any of us, nobody matters.Like Becket said lets "fail, fail again, fail better":-)
Anonymous
8th Jan 2010 4:23pm
At first I thought this was quite a cold and mean-spirited poem. But then I read it again and understood what was happening beneath the lines. Not so much a rant against tramps but a rant against humanity in general, and their ultimate pointlessness.
9th Jan 2010 5:35pm
