The Xmas racket’s already started in my local supermarket but be of good cheer, it’s almost the end of another year, and the world’s still here. Time permitting, I may fit in another post before the end of December.
The piece below came from playing around with “Let sleeping dogs lie”.
Let My Sleeping Friends Die
Death’s a disciple of mine
He follows me around
all fake smiles
and “pleased to see you agains.”
Lord, save us!
I nearly threw up all over my corpse
lying battered and broken
but made up just fine
for mourners to cry over
then enjoy my fine wine.
still, from where I sit now the beer is unreal
and nobody’s pale or wearing a mask
to hide what they think of me
a senseless task
and to those I hear weeping and wondering why
sometimes it’s just better to let sleeping friends die.
And this little ditty’s derived from a cluster on the life and times of HG Wells. The format is modeled after a poem by e e Cummings, called “Buffalo Bill’s” – https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/47244