What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Murder
Murder has worn a bangle
Murder has worn a brace
Murder has worn a collar and tie
And a smile upon its face
Murder shaves punctiliously
Murder hits the town in a beard
Murder baths often or never at all
Murder can be cleancut or weird
Murder has blossomed in petticoats
Murder has come out in lace
Murder has togged up in rags and filth
Murder can wear any old face
Murder has cavorted with idiots
Murder has flourished among fools
Murder has cultivated genius
Murder makes and breaks all the rules
Murder has been fired from a cannon
Murder has blasted from a gun
Murder has been delivered with rapier and sword
With a nod or a wink or a pun
Murder has come wrapped in parcels
Murder has arrived in the post
Murder has been swallowed with cheese and wine
Murder has been served on toast
Murder has been commited by proxy
Murder has been agreed on by vote
Murder has been sent with roses
Ribbons kisses and a note
Murder has been done in a fit of rage
On the main street in broad daylight
Murder has been done with an icy calm
In the middle of the night
Murder has been done for money
Murder has been done for a fix
Murder has been done for good reason
Murder has been done for kicks
Murder has often been whitewashed
Murder has been painted black
Murder hired this morning
Has already been given the sack
Murder has languished in gaol
Murder has cried in the dock
Murder has sat in the court's highest seat
Sending innocence to the block
Murder sports a scowl and a bandolier
or a politician's easy grin
Some murder can murder from a distance
As it prattles of morality or sin
Murder has hidden in mountains
Murder has hidden in caves
Murder has hidden in government buildings
A murder not normally brave
Murder feels safe in large numbers
Murder feels good on a hill
Murder likes a uniform and big heavy boots
A patriot's licence to kill
Murder has worn a dog-collar
Murder has carried a Book
Murder has worn solumn words and phrases
A sanctimonious look
Murder is fond of information
And has a taperecorder handy to tell
Murder likes statements made in confinement
Murder wants a signature as well
Murder has clubbed with a feather
Murder can stab with a pen
Murder comes to all from little plastic buttons
Pressed by the mildest men
Murder comes in every shape and colour
Murder can be perfumed or smelly
And only one thing can be said for certain
Murder always has a naval on it's belly
Murder has been managed in armour
Murder has hurt in a glove
Murder is like everything human
It has even been done for love
The Art of Death
Death by murder- death by chance
Death by secret night romance
Death by number- paint the lines
Death in color, or black and lie
Accidental- planned, prolonged
Death by always doing wrong
Death by self- a timeless art
Death by one last broken heart
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