Life Doesn't Fester
Responsibility for life on earth
Begins at death and ends at birth
And falls to those with massive girth
Who hold their hands in bitter unity
Demanding with aplomb their monstrous fee
(Which is a Chelsea bun and cup of tea)
And, once the buns are eaten, they
Are no whit better or more gay,
Though there's a rise in what they weigh
And so, in fairness to their kind,
Those fat in front and fat behind,
Should live encircled by a blind
Invisible behind their screens
The weary and the old has-beens
Tucked into caviar and beans
For what is death when all is said,
If you are happy and well fed?
If you can sleep in Shaw's old shed?
If you can drink until you're full--
If snorting coke makes you a bull--
Then you're not dead at all, you fool!
Contributors: | P, Roland, Jane, Apsley, fester. |
Poem finished: | 25th June 2002. |