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as I lay dying
by Maria FrancescaI 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 © 2025 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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