A Poem by Paul Bell

When the dead become insane
The tramps the down, the ill-arranged
The junkies burning over flames
The fools who couldn’t be renamed
Where do they go to shoot the light
Eat the bread
Kill the night
The times are changing
Tells you on every wall
Don’t expect to be caught
When you jump, get pushed, or fall
The tickets gone my friend
Like the train that didn’t depart
Start queuing up for the next life
Can the hospital have your heart
You’ll have to be quick my friend
The man on the bridge has got a head start.

© 2017 Paul Bell

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on the bleaker side of life ...whew! the sarcasm in:
"Can the hospital have your heart" is my favorite line ... i don't think i will be in any hurry to catch up to the man on the bridge tho ;}
ps also like "Start queuing up for the next life" ..my own belief is that there will be a reckoning ..and i think all will have a surprise when it comes :( thought provoking poem Paul!

Posted 5 Months Ago

Paul Bell

5 Months Ago

I was thinking i could rectify everything in the next life. But in reality, this might be my third l.. read more
Einstein Noodle

5 Months Ago

well...i hope you do sir! top o' the mahrnin to ya! :)

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Paul Bell
Paul Bell

I like poetry and stories that tell me something. Sometimes the shortest poems hit the hardest. If I post something serious, don't worry, a funny poem will follow. Don't hesitate to tell me if my po.. more..


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