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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Verse 1 Epitaph for a Shy Guy He spoke in secrets ,shadows said so sweet, A murmur,muted,on the main street. His silence screamed a story,softly,slow, A secret sparkle scarcely seen to glow. The quietest voice was quote,we carefully quote it still, His peaceful presence,a perfect,peaceful perfect pill. Verse 2. Epitaph for the Baadjievanger (1) He snared,the swift,sly,silver-tongued salesman, Who wove his webs, winning with wit,when the world began. His dreams were a dream, a dazzling dreadful disaster, He caught all the cash,moving closer,then faster. The final fool fell for fate's false flatter, His promises proven dust, do they even matter? Baadjievanger-A hanger-on,a scammer,opportunist, trickster Verse 3. Epitaph for the king of Bling Here lies a life lined with lovers and loudness, A silver sky sparkling several sounds of stunning soundness. He wore gold gleaming,his soul's silver song, But glitter's gone,grandeur's gone,a glimmer gone gone. The final flash has faded,a silent, sober state so swift, His most mighty magnificence,a memory's miserable myth. Verse 4. Epitaph For the Great Tycoon A power prince,he piled profits past the planet's peak, He bought bank buildings and a billion bank notes for a break,. His grip on gold,greatest of governments, gloomed so grand, But all his stocks and shares now sleep beneath the same sand. He made millions and a mountain of material money, Yet mortal making means memory's most melancholy morning. Verse 5 Epitaph for a gangster Here lies a life lived fast and loud, A silent shadow in the subway street crowd. His guns are silent,glory's grave, A kingpin's kingdom nothing could save. The darkest deeds now dust and dream, only the diamond death did secretly seam. Verse 6 Epitaph for a Drunkard He drank the day,he drained the darkest dram, A storm of spirits, slurring slam, He found his freedom in the fluid flow, His journey's joke, the bottle's bitter blow. The final bar is closed,the tab is settled low, He's now not near the nectar nor the glass's glow
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