Suicide Salads

Suicide Salads I walk along the river banks Whether is the raven’s moon Or the midnight sun Doesn’t change the dimensions That here I walk alone When I walk past the store For Louane cher I open the door Her smile is enticing, so sweet My suicide will be the later treat They will look inside my fridge Lettuce and dressings Encumbered by cucumbers both fresh and raw The salad will proclaim life is tall I went to the club, an all night affair Danced with all the suicide dolls They moved their feet, and seductive hips swagged Sadly who cares my life is a drag Secrets and salads Suicide with a fine oiled dressing Guess I shall miss the next wedding When you all stare at my recent beheading Head of lettuce Death in a salad bowel This world is a rabbit hole Riddles and fiddles Be this the death of me I am the salad long set free Notes: For some the world is a world of hope Others a world of despair These two abstract concepts always in battle New and old Happy and sad Good and bad The sadness creeps in Youth brings back the smiles Age the cry for peace Even when this means Taking ones last breath