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Saturday, December 06, 2014

poem and parody

Because I Could Not Stop For Death
by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me,
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
At recess, in a ring;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 'tis centuries and yet
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were towards eternity.


because i could not stop for scum
by James Healy

because i could not stop for the audi a4 gang
they kindly stopped for me
the street held but ourselves
and a corrupt cop everybody knows bloomin well

they slowly drove they knew no haste
and i had put away
my submachine too
hoo baby
chance would be a fine thing

we passed the school where children played
at recess in a ring
and the gang dropped off some drugs for the kiddies
it was time to sing
every junky's like a setting sun
as neil young once so eloquently put it in his paean to kilcullen children
he was right too

we paused before a giant F.U. house
that some drug dealer had built on main street
it just looked like a heap of vomit really
which is what it is
and what its occupant is
and what they're selling to our children is

since then tis centuries
and yet
every day
i still dream the irish are going to put an end to these bast--ds


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