Epitaphs
von Jacques Pinard Brown (Copyright)
The questionnaire of life:
we so rarely find the right answer
to the wrong question, with a slight
suggestion of prejudice
Tell me preaching preacherman
do you really give a damn
about anyone besides yourself
also exclude your best friend – wealth
Preacher preach to me no more
Leacher seize to knock on door
a salty, pale tear drops from an eye
someones dreamcastles crumble in the sky
The wars of nations
like kids fighting forgetting oblation
Each convinced that he is right
Propogates accordingly with all his might
Silent secret solace
all that’s left for us
conniving cunts are callous
you jeopardize justice – I’m jealous
He who dared now running scared
Bravery compared to cowardice
Slavery against freedoms bliss
The truth of who you are, a fang, a fist
Get a message – holy writ
relish, savor every bit
when your spirit’s up there soaring
alone I’ll remain cause I find you boring
For popularity people pretend
they think thinner my friend
than thoughts or words can express:
ever growing dimmer, the endless jest
Pain my companion knocks on my door
“Say, let us walk sufferings’ canyon once more.”