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as I lay dying

by Maria Francesca

I never made my father proud
or entertained a cheering crowd

or stopped disease
or saved a life
or even made a decent wife.

I cheated on taxes,
I cheated on friends,
and justified means to suit my ends;

I was awful
and brutal
and wicked
and rough
and what's worse
is
I never kissed you enough.

I made fun of the crippled
I jeered at the blind
I cheered
and I clapped
as the canibals dined

I guzzled libations
gave in to temptations
and scoffed
at the concept of moderation

true terror on wheels
as I rolled 'cross the land
and I wish
you were here now
to hold my cold hand.

see, as I lay dying
my sins don't disturb me
remorse doesn't touch me
regrets don't perturb me

for visions of you
with that grin on your face
will surely make Hell
a more Heavenly place.

04/09/2007

Posted on 04/10/2007
Copyright © 2020 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 04/10/07 at 09:09 AM

HA! Good one, Maria. :) Who cares what the world thinks - as long as somebody loves ya! ;)

Posted by Frank Lee on 05/22/07 at 06:10 AM

I really enjoyed this one. good book with the same title. stay on the highway to hell you only live once

Posted by Melissa Arel on 01/06/10 at 02:43 AM

the rhyme was awesome in this one. i really enjoyed it!

Posted by Mo Couts on 11/16/11 at 04:11 AM

The rhyme scheme you have going on here is so flawless and easy going; awesomely done.

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