Immortality Poem by Brian Taylor

Immortality



Walt Disney lies locked
in a deep deep freeze
like a packet
of Smedley’s frozen peas.
We can heat our peas
and eat our fill
but when will
poor old Walter
collect his keys?

Immortality
Friday, August 21, 2015
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