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
Copyright © Arthur Vaso | Year Posted 2016
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