Laws corporal
For the queer passerby, made it clear,
We are all subjects to laws corporal.
Unaware of… sort of, heard about.
…and you pray-raise your brows.
Unaware still of; days nor hours,
Not even that queer, who passed you.
No name, no trace… memory be gone soon.
…and you try to logic your know.
Mother, father… if they’re alive…
At this point of time… and if not…
Laws corporal… barristers celebrant…
…and you vest yourself with powers.
Projecting unknown… wishing for
After, be good immortal… and for
All further dispatches and queries to be forwarded
to:
Street: Heavenly
House: of Lord
Country: Paradise
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Thank you for such a good poetry.
Best regards,
Гладиатор 05.04.2004 14:54 Заявить о нарушении
Wanted to write something inspiring but, my dog is laying right next to my chair blowing raspberries --- all I can say at this point – thanks.
See you later – gladiator :)
Fern 06.04.2004 08:08 Заявить о нарушении
What kind of dog do you have? Mine is a black mastiff:))
Best regards,
Гладиатор 06.04.2004 09:33 Заявить о нарушении
Fern 09.04.2004 17:34 Заявить о нарушении