Poetic-Verses
'' I'm Dead ''
I'm lying here,
No feeling of fear,
I see and hear everything being said,
What's going on is not really clear,
They're saying I still look quite red.
He was getting old,
He needed cajoled,
He could barely get out of bed,
Yet look he had his cigarettes rolled,
He always kept himself fed.
Always quite frisky,
Loved life risky,
Went where no man would tread,
Up till now he enjoyed his whisky,
Never looked back but ahead.
His family disappeared,
To them still endeared,
Yet from him his children all fled,
Against him every one of them was steered,
Yet throughout his life he was bled.
As I try to reply,
I see them cry,
They all have a feeling of dread,
In unison they say we cannot deny,
Another like him won't be bred.
Trying to move my arms,
Turn on the charms,
For clarity to the Gods I pled,
This is beginning to ring my alarms,
Just where am I being led.
Here comes the coffin,
They'll carry me off in,
Now they're lifting me out of my bed,
Though in life I was never a boffin,
My existence is hanging by a thread.
I can't stand the suspense,
Though I never was dense,
I can't say what's going on in my head,
Everything they're saying is in the past tense,
My God I know now,
' I'm Dead '
No feeling of fear,
I see and hear everything being said,
What's going on is not really clear,
They're saying I still look quite red.
He was getting old,
He needed cajoled,
He could barely get out of bed,
Yet look he had his cigarettes rolled,
He always kept himself fed.
Always quite frisky,
Loved life risky,
Went where no man would tread,
Up till now he enjoyed his whisky,
Never looked back but ahead.
His family disappeared,
To them still endeared,
Yet from him his children all fled,
Against him every one of them was steered,
Yet throughout his life he was bled.
As I try to reply,
I see them cry,
They all have a feeling of dread,
In unison they say we cannot deny,
Another like him won't be bred.
Trying to move my arms,
Turn on the charms,
For clarity to the Gods I pled,
This is beginning to ring my alarms,
Just where am I being led.
Here comes the coffin,
They'll carry me off in,
Now they're lifting me out of my bed,
Though in life I was never a boffin,
My existence is hanging by a thread.
I can't stand the suspense,
Though I never was dense,
I can't say what's going on in my head,
Everything they're saying is in the past tense,
My God I know now,
' I'm Dead '
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`` I`m Dead ``
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