Realization

A Male Eulogy.

Beg, beg, beg and plead, and be your imploring grand;
Stand on your own proud feet, amidst filth on borrowed land;
As your crippled comrades beseech, lend your weak hand;
Run into oblivion, be sure the hourglass is left with enough sand;

Dream, dream, dream and delude, and don’t ever wake up;
Scavenge the remains, the waste for tomorrow is never enough to grope;
There’s no prayer for the dying, left with a long way to lope;
Better start falling now; it’s a long shallow slope;

Smile, smile, smile and deceive, of the truth never would he believe;
Hide the gray…the truth…the fact, with all the pink you would ever conceive;
Clasp those hands around, shunning from the reality-never would he brave;
Dig your long sweet nails, deep unto his lovely grave;

Cry, cry, cry and howl, never be any less sly;
Drench that dry shoulder, scrounging till better ones come by;
Slithering into absence, spurting out anger as you fade into life;
Wasted them on you, think I’ll keep it for myself-the greed…the hate…the strife;

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