Tuesday, November 27, 2018
The Necrologist Read(From Trice Told Tales)
The newspaper read he died alone in a bed,
not a person or soul came to his dying console,
away they carried him to his grave now, only God can save,
his family came to bid him farewell and off to Hell,
for he was not a loving man nor did he make any demands,
for loving affections were deemed deflections,
he gave nothing to his loving wife or anyone that mattered in his life,
corruption and contempt nor his lies would ever be exempt
from his mottled past, only a blacken miscast,
aloof and disheveled, he loved money more than himself,
yes, the newspaper read, this old bastard's finally dead.
- John Hardesty
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