'TU...QUI...TU!
(for the onlie begetter of this ensuing verse - Mr. M.T.)
Life, isn't always pretty.
Life, isn't always nice.
And one gets the feeling
that perhaps
one is playing
with loaded dice.
That rat-a-tat-tat
on the midnight door
is none other than
the world famous Mr. Death
camping it up
with his toothy grin.
'Your money or your life! '
he quips
amiable as a jokey T.V. host.
'Only pulling your leg! '
he laughs
at your startle-ness.
'I'll take both! '
And the canned applause
goes craxy
as indeed you
'FORFEIT YOUR LIFE! '
Death
the great debt collecter
and your Life
footing the bill.
Life(as a poem
once put it)
isn't always nice
isn't always pretty.
And one gets the feeling
that perhaps
(perhaps?)
one is playing
with loaded dice.
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Written in pastice MacNeice for Mr. Mike.
I LOVE LOUIS and his almost iconic ironic voice...his sad shy smile at the moral seepage from suburbia when the sewage backs up and the shit hits the fan...Louis in his diffident demeanour is quietly...your man. Everyman's...everyman. I love his gentle strength...the tenderness of his knife that he wields surgeon like...that wordly wordly precision in which he saves...not takes a life. He sees with his little eye all our little foibles and weeds us like a weekend gardener weeding weeds that grow up amongst his prize roses. He both confronts and comforts us with ourselves...gets us to face up to the us...that's us and the possibility that we could be a possibly better other...us. He hungers for the genuine amongst the bric-a-brac of the human heart. His wistful smile steals upon us like sunlight...on a garden.
The poem for you came up because I cast a hurried glance over my Louis as I dashed for work this morning. Hope you like.
I will hopefully get 'round to typing you out some of my favourite Louis quotes so that we can be you...Louis...and me!
love Dónall Dónall
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem