Infirm…
Infirm of purpose,
Give me the daggers,
Bedridden beyond reproach,
No one desires to me approach,
Death does take me slowly by the hand,
Wish though I could walk let alone stand…
Debilitated and decrepit,
Falling apart at the seams
Feeble and faint,
Sapless and weak…
Is this the way to die with honor?
If it is than I am most certainly a goner,
Pathetically lacking,
Spavined in legs and feet,
Spatial in my mind,
Has come my time,
The end of the age-old grind…
Time for all of mankind,
To upraise their collective behinds,
Show their crack to the otherworldly visitors,
Breaking wind, yes fart,
Show them that we lack anything refined…
Infirm of the brain,
Must have been for me, all the cocaine,
My life being over, no more of the mundane,
If I could walk I would lay down in front of a train…
© ed ~ 5/6/05
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Seriously, Eddie M, this is a very "grown-up" pen you wrote with... one of your best, and I'm not kidding! Brave, multi-leveled, absorbing stuff, my dear. Here endeth my sincere opinion. katy xox
A fart that stunk - not only to the author,
but also to the readers as well....
Not to worry, I've meant this in a nice way -
An emotions well-expressed piece!
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
This is a stark dark....shitty kinda moment...even for me!!
And if and when you step upon a shell like its a bug...know you killed another unwanted hug for Mr/Who ever brought this negative write on!!!!!
Love & Hugs Tinks
love and peace Ed,
cynth'ya lewis reed