Dont bring flowers
Don’t insult me by leaving flowers when I’m cold,
Wrapped in earth unlived and old,
Something I can’t smell or hold,
Might as well be crates of gold,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!
Don’t blub and weep and cast a rose,
Upon the casket where I’m froze,
Beneath the black and solemn crows,
With whom I flew through ups and low’s,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!
Please,
don’t repulse my soul by telling tales,
As hades winds push through the sails,
You weren’t there when I came off the rails,
But as my heart lay on the scales,
Now,
here you are,
top hat and tails,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!
Don’t lie through phony gritted teeth,
Sprinkle soil or lay a wreath,
I preferred a sword out of the sheath,
As it was in life,
So,
I bequeath,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!
Don’t pen a heartfelt note and sigh!
Or smudge mascara round your eye,
You,
who’d gladly crucify,
Any random passer-by,
Honestly,
don’t even say goodbye,
Just leave the flowers in the shop!
Copyright ©
D. Anthony Regan
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