Sunday, October 23, 2011

Viva la Vida.

A funeral.
In a dreary graveyard.
The funeral director,
Too fat,
Cried oniontears for mum and dad.

We called him
Caesar Grandfather;
Which was a polite way of saying
Dictator;
I cried oniontears for mum and dad.

The next day.
School;
Where everything runs smoothly with
a little
catnip and
bubblegum.

As I walked past locker E46
I whispered:
The old king is dead,
long live the king.

Inspired (vaguely) by Viva la Vida by Coldplay.

1 comment:

  1. Adelaide DupontOctober 24, 2011 at 5:15 AM

    Love Viva la vida.

    Spare and simple.

    And it makes its point well.

    What tears but onion tears would you cry in that situation?

    And I like the locker part too.

    Life goes on.

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