Is Elvis Dead Poem by Francie Lynch

Is Elvis Dead



You claimed it was a missile,
Me, a shooting star;
I saw a pickle,
Not a bearded face
In the jar.
Some see wee men,
Approaching their islands.
Cubes floating
In the Austral Ocean,
Warning our hopes are broken.
Janus faced usury
Tear-up for the bear;
Politicos in the chase
Have two mouths on their faces.
We surely landed on the moon;
When we're gone,
We're gone for good.
Bigfoot's not in the woods,
ESP's in the guts,
All paranormal is psychosis.
Too skeptical is obsessive neurosis.
What's one to believe.
I see Jekyll, you Hyde Island;
These stories are so overwhelming,
Growing in numbers with retelling.

Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aliens,environment,myths,obsession,paranormal,skepticism,global,money
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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