NO POET NO POEMS

 

What an inevitable invitation

To the last scene of congregation

New page of face lost at Facebook

Some won't some will, like it

This is not a poem, it is a message

I don't know of hope, if sent

I know of sadness, all over received.

That is written all over Facebook

And sadness expected unexpectedly

At the coffin shop, they are at work

At the last scene, we are flocked

I make it white others black.

At the last scene, we are unlocked

Forgiven after forgone good luck

Unforgiven it doesn't even suck

Departure to your place wasn't placed

Death comes for life ,

So does a poet for poems.



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