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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