Two Hands Forwards, Two Peas Backwards
Once upon a noontime cheery, as I daydreamed hale and hearty,
I pondered on this theory: would my parts impart a party?
Searching I, for resolution of this questionable query,
Partly charted all I'd carted - heavy hearted, tired and weary
Of the daily revolution, I determined that tomorrow
Would be the very day I'd die; impart this parting sorrow
But tomorrow never came - I was tired and slept straight through
Funny how it works sometimes; the next day would have to do
But when the next day came around, my mood had turned about one-eighty
And a razor to the wrist replaced my previous noontime gaiety
But the fear of pain deterred me, and I turned instead to whisky
Where a quick one off the wrist wasn't looking quite so risky
And as Morpheus embraced me, with a glow beyond the curtain
Life's catatonic reverie could never be more certain
The Great Beyond was calling, out for the final refrain
So I didn't... cos I couldn't - but I'm gonna try again
Just as soon as I establish if I'm like to be reborn
Does my cockrel crow hard, like it does every morn
Or am I doomed to live in an infernal roundelay?
Or am I doomed to live in an infernal roundelay?
Once upon a noontime cheery, as I daydreamed hale and hearty,
Dopamine imbalance makes you wanna throw a party
And so it was, my cheerful chaps; a rousing feast around the quarry
Daylong drinking; soon got stinking; made it home in time for Corrie
Wondering if "life" is in fact our perception of death - could death birth life?
Is all the world then back to front - does peace engender strife?
Come to my aid, oh minions - for I have said goodbye
Anonymously they'll appear - to tell this coward's lie
But, as for me, I'm heading off to seek an island warm and sunny
You as well? Yep, it's been a good run for the money...
Contributors: | Gussie, Ethetran, Grayman, chaise, Beefy, jm, (trad), Megg Byrnes. |
Poem finished: | 5th February 2004 by Beefy. |