A story told in towns, city's world wide.
when the weather became wormer aid their eggs upon his
lifeles body ete away , hatched , laid more eggs they in
tern hatched
Rate , noses twitching noses full of the sweet stench of death
and decay attracted to gorge upon the feast of death
The windows covered the windows, no one bothered
Stomeke fild with gas , till it expoded , covering walls with it's
contents
About not seeing him in a while , no cared , gave a dame
Why should they? a man of no significances at all
free papers piled up with bills reminders making a
sandwich of paper
the gas , electrical company's called but got no response
Walter firm too , went a way till spring arrived late that
year
Windows black now with fly's , rats seen in guardons
of nabours one complained to the council , who called
to take a look . with the police , broke in
Found the skeletal remains , sat in a chair , no eyes , no flesh
no organs left , sat in a gooey mess
The cops and the men from the council threw up
When they whent thro his hoval , cuberds emty of any food
Not so much as a dry peace of bread , no tea bag , nothing ,
Nouthing at all,
Power cut off a year or so a go , no gas , cut off from out side
The company's computers had crashed so records lost
Looked I'd guess , just sat down closet his eyes and died
The autopsy's could not find what he had died of , nowt
Left of him to say of the hows and whys
No one came to his poorpas funereal he were
Put in to a grave that contained two others , with no
names as not he no more, a conreat marker with a number
Soon forgotan , no one card , just those complaining
''how thoughtless of him to die , like that '' '' what a stench''
'' All those bloody flys and rats''
A lonely death , after a lonely life.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-10-29 at 12:54
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A LONLY ENDING ( WORNING THIS POEM IS NOT PRITY!!)
A man lay dead , it were the fly's who found him firstwhen the weather became wormer aid their eggs upon his
lifeles body ete away , hatched , laid more eggs they in
tern hatched
Rate , noses twitching noses full of the sweet stench of death
and decay attracted to gorge upon the feast of death
The windows covered the windows, no one bothered
Stomeke fild with gas , till it expoded , covering walls with it's
contents
About not seeing him in a while , no cared , gave a dame
Why should they? a man of no significances at all
free papers piled up with bills reminders making a
sandwich of paper
the gas , electrical company's called but got no response
Walter firm too , went a way till spring arrived late that
year
Windows black now with fly's , rats seen in guardons
of nabours one complained to the council , who called
to take a look . with the police , broke in
Found the skeletal remains , sat in a chair , no eyes , no flesh
no organs left , sat in a gooey mess
The cops and the men from the council threw up
When they whent thro his hoval , cuberds emty of any food
Not so much as a dry peace of bread , no tea bag , nothing ,
Nouthing at all,
Power cut off a year or so a go , no gas , cut off from out side
The company's computers had crashed so records lost
Looked I'd guess , just sat down closet his eyes and died
The autopsy's could not find what he had died of , nowt
Left of him to say of the hows and whys
No one came to his poorpas funereal he were
Put in to a grave that contained two others , with no
names as not he no more, a conreat marker with a number
Soon forgotan , no one card , just those complaining
''how thoughtless of him to die , like that '' '' what a stench''
'' All those bloody flys and rats''
A lonely death , after a lonely life.
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Poetry by ken d williams
Read 577 times
Written on 2007-10-29 at 12:54
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