MY BEST FRIEND
Author: walkermanYour windy words all painted subterfuge ever
With colors your feigned thoughts hiding veiled
Hollower than the round wooden drums they beat
A rhythm less wail for a hundred souls that lie
In torment by your stalking nauseous breath
All your vile doings and likes ordained you say
Why try to pollute the light supreme in vain like
A shadow cast on the face of the moon in full
The sewerage drains, sunk beneath so low stay
Much nobler than thou, all dutiful and proud
A stench your presence permeates to the heights
Thy ‘mould’ a ‘knave’, ‘O’light that shines, ‘a gift’
To me you said, ‘there is a leash on it hold tight’
Why you chose a genteel bathetic asleep so sound
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Posted: Fri Oct 9, 2009 10:31 AM CST
About this poem:
A friend in patience is a friend indeed...