The Bookcase - Poem by GRANT FRASER
All of a sudden
after several years,
his wife decides to clean
the house up...
Ok! he says, if you have to...
I'll even go out if you want?
It's ok! she said, you can stay
There's another thing though,
the bookcase, yeah!
we need to put it in the room
where your living,
'How would you feel about that -
we don't want to depress you! ',
And by the way, my parents said;
'take all the time you want',
'go to the cinema',
'eat out more often',
'go on trips',
'visit your mum',
Is that You?
It's the dreaded Vindaloo,
and think of Roger's vengeance
for a second...
I mean I wouldn't poison
a flea, but me I can't stop it,
Poison - yes I'm very Socratic,
when it comes down to it,
That's why I go around devising
all the time if life is really
Who are true friends,
Does anybody ever really
God I wished you were still alive!
What a dream,
we really need to contact something
Take a paracetemol or an aspirin,
or maybe something even stronger...
Sometimes I just wonder, if your
hanging about, awaiting my death
or total expulsion...
You angelic sons and daughters
of Bulls and Bitches,
Oh! please don't think like that,
and i should die right now if
Guilt - well am i the transgressor,
and I always feel it,
why shouldn't I, I'm just like
The Bookcase - yeah!
sorry, what was that again?
your going to put it in, beside me...
Your brother and step father
will do all the lifting,
the heavy work,
Like why make a man dig
his own grave,
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