We all get our last moments
Final thoughts before we leave
Some die slow others quickly
All pass on without reprieve
We all have our last moments
Lagging thoughts soon departed
Some have more time than others
All end up where they started
Poems #Dead Twins Talking
Greedy, gluttonous, out-of-touch
See the fat-cat despots gorging
Hoggish, immoral, out to lunch
See the evil they are forging
Ruthless, villainous, slash-and-burn
See the well-off tyrants snatching
Callous, atrocious, on the prowl
See the shell games they are hatching
Artful, dishonest, on the grift
See the two-faced hustlers drooling
Piggish, self-seeking, off the rails
See the farmland they are ruling
Evil is as evil does
Round and round and round it goes
Evilness is everywhere
Nicely wrapped in pretty bows
Real hocus pocus charm
A bullet twixt the eyes
Presto alakazam
An ugly pack of lies
Fake sorcery for fools
A tricky sleight of hand
Abracadabra hats
For heads deep in the sand
Life can be savage
So hard and unfair
Life can be gentle
A breath of fresh air
Life can be tender
So soft and sublime
Life can be fickle
An up-and-down climb
Life can be stony
So cruel and unjust
Life can be funny
A dream made of dust
I'm sick to death of life itself
A man who roved right to the end
I've reached the final lap in life
And now must find a way to mend
I want to run away and hide
A child who wants to have his way
I've raced along the rainbow road
And now must limp in shades of grey
I'm on the outs with life itself
A man who knows when he is beat
I've reached the point of no return
And now must face the last defeat
We can't stop the saboteurs inside us
No matter how much we try to pretend
The crooked chorus of shouldered demons
Tag along with us beginning to end
We can't miss our own paths of destruction
No matter how far we veer from the stream
The inborn patterns of heredity
Press on with us every which way we dream
Nothingness looms like a stake
Gripped by good old father time
Hammered home by hands of fate
Shadowing my downhill climb
Nothingness is all we get
Gone to dark and deadened doom
Driven home by destiny
Sitting tight inside my tomb
What is the secret to success
What makes us fight and win the day
What is the answer to our fears
What gives us strength to the find our way
What is the special secret sauce
What makes the best in us succeed
What is the topping of them all
Why love of course is all we need
It's looking bad in fact quite bleak
Our world is going down in flames
Such a mess and we're still in it
Now acting out the final frames
It's looking grim in fact quite sad
Our universe is nearly broke
Such a jam we're growing old in
But now at least we get the joke
It's looking up in fact quite bright
Our earth is giving us more time
Such a gift and glad to know it
Now basking in the land of rhyme
