You may as well put the shovel down
If you think this vivisepulture will be my end
I survived the suffocation of a small town
And I'll be damned if this is how I descend
Just another obsequious sycophant
And a supercilious, self-aggrandizing fraud
In this room there is but one elephant
And it will most certainly break down the façade
I will use the stone you try to bury me with
To build on top of your house a splendid monolith
Categories:
vivisepulture, angst, anxiety, beauty, betrayal,
Form: Rhyme