Detached
Have you ever met
a real one dead girl?
Shared a word with her?
Made her smile?-
well, if so, you're mislead,
'cause dead girls
don't get jokes,
after have walked their miles.
You see, they're
pretty much like me:
silent, self-moved,
aloof and cold.
Guns don't scare them that much,
apart from tattoos
and the truth, which
the latter unfold.
For a dead girl
nothing matters at all,
except for the future life;
"why?" is she so, "what happened?"
are never a clue,
nor the answers she can provide.
Being that detached
needs a special skill,
but as soon as they're dead,
they're not after teaching.
So in case you see one around
in a while,
go straight forward to your own
job-about *itching.
19.01. 2015
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