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The Day that I Died

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The Day that I Died

Remember, Remember the day that I died,
when everyone cheered and nobody cried.
I’d led a short life that was riddled in sin
and I knew in my gut that I never would win.

But that final day when the rope hung me high,
at the point where the hangman insisted I die.
It was then that I knew that I really had won
and never would pay for the deeds that I’d done.

For at last I felt free in my ethereal form
and was glad to be rid of the body I’d worn.
In a body I knew that I just may get caught,
but no one can see what is done by pure thought.

So if you are thinking; ‘I may just kill my wife’
or maybe of ending another sods life.
Be sure I am guiding your hand with the gun,
Yes, having no body is really quite fun.

For how can you punish me now that I’m dead
for the evil and mischief I put in your head.
I’ve swung from a rope for the life that I had.
Now with no boundaries, I can be really bad.

Oh but it's great, at last to be free.
Rape, pillage and plunder are open to me.
With nothing to fear from the men of the law,
though I lost living’s battle, I’ve now won the war.

Remember, Remember the day that I died
when everyone cheered and nobody cried.
Their cheers of elation as they saw me die
will soon be forgotten as I make them cry.

Ivor G Davies

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  1. Date: 6/23/2011 7:15:00 AM
    As for me I love my bod, though resentful of what living does to it. Love it anyway, I think I am naci looking. I really like this form of poetry, because it is the most forgiving, especially the last part of each sentence, where if it was a sonnet, it would not be even a little forgiving to the poet. Good work, Ivor, but I thought this is what Pergutory is for??? You mean to say we gotta pay for our sins? Well, I got six dollars and fifty cents in my pocket....

  1. Date: 6/23/2011 6:26:00 AM
    And I thought you would be too busy traversing the Universe zipping in and out of the stars with a possible stop in Iraq out of simple curiosity. Think Big!

  1. Date: 6/21/2011 5:58:00 AM
    hahaha, you scoundrel, you. Smooth write, as ever. Good going, Ivor. :-)