The Dancing
PRELUDE TO "THE DANCING!"
Driven asunder, the sword sliced, hacked, and chopped at the bloody mangled thing that was once a stout courageous man, in a black suit, on his way to accounting school.
Incredibly the heart still beat and the head, even though severed from the neck, saw and expressed opinions on the other's dancing...
"THE DANCING!"
No more dancing!
I'm over here dying,
And your over there dancing!
No one respected me in life,
Why should I expect it in death?
I had everything going for me,
And now I'm taking my last breath!
You all had a wonderful time,
And a jolly good laugh.
Like a slaughtered fish,
I get to bathe,
In a luke-warm bloodbath.
Go ahead dance!
And why don't you also sing?
Sing! Damn you sing!
You might as well sing,
While you dance.
A happy little tune,
About hedonism.
Oh, and wear the funny little hat,
Yes, you must.
And use the cane, nice touch!
LORD JESUS CHRIST! I'M DYING!
The doctor prescribes dancing...
You don't have to lay here in a puddle of blood,
With your flesh torn open, your organs hanging out,
And your head down at your feet,
Making observations, forming and expressing opinions,
With your hat still on!
Your dancing...Thank God I'm only dying!
AFTERMATH OF "THE DANCING!"
I'm quite dead now...
Lying in a black oak box six feet underground.
There's a tombstone and a plaque in the ground above...
It reads, "DEAD MAN HERE"...
And the damn bugger’s dancing on it!!!
Copyright © Jeff W. Watson | Year Posted 2020
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