My pal Dodo is a weirdo.
Own boast. Used as epitaph.
Two n’ half `ll be the crowd
at my grave, he used to say:
Him, his buddy the beggar,
the half the worms won’t touch.
Looking at trees, leaves, thrown fags,
smiling at the sun and blue skies;
glassy eyes searching among shadows;
trying to be a gent with clown’s rags;
till the day he was on the blind spot.
Did we put him in the coffin, my pal Dodo ?
Monday, June 1, 2009
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