To be remembered seems to be
A part of our anatomy
To die and then to be well missed
And thus in death to still exist
Our father said to miss him well
A cinch as far as I can tell
To live and keep alive with love
Our forebears in the stars above
Poems #Dead Twins Talking
My twin brother Marshall once joked
Mitchell more funny than me
It makes me crack up to this day
And fills my old sad heart with glee
My younger twin brother once joshed
Mitchell more funny than me
It makes me recall with a smile
His last Baloo Bear jamboree
There is no god
God is not real
It's all a fraud
A backroom deal
There is no god
God has no plan
It's all made up
A bogeyman
There is no god
God is a lie
It's all a farce
Pie in the sky
There is no god
God has no plan
It's make-believe
As Peter Pan
I was addicted to orgasm for most of my life
Tortured by an unfillable black hole of worthlessness
Somewhere along the way the wiring in my brain got crossed
Putting me in a constant yo-yo state of mirthlessness
I was dependent on jerking off from an early age
Hooked on the transcendental stimulus of the big O
Somewhere along the way my on-and-off switch got frazzled
Leaving me in a place of never being in the know
I was strung out on self-stimulation for a lifetime
Caught in a sadomasochistic pleasure trap of pain
Somewhere along the way I went missing in a wet dream
Consuming me like tears lost in an everlasting rain
Unsurmountable but true
Life is truth, death is truthless
There is nothing we can do
Life is meek, death is ruthless
Unconceivable but true
Life is short, death is longer
There is no chance of a coup
Life is weak, death is stronger
Unbelievable but true
Life is hope, death is hopeless
Giveaways out of the blue
Life is chic, death is noteless
Put 'em in a doomy dungeon
Deep down in the cold damp darkness
Lock 'em up in a frightful place
Rotting in pure evil starkness
Make 'em suffer chain gang torment
Way down in the pit of despair
Bind 'em to torture devices
Feeling what it's like not to care
The founding fathers attempted to make the system sound
But George Orwell found a weakness in their Animal Farm
For greedy bastards will always try to be more equal
Representative democracy is their lucky charm
The founding fathers are now rolling over in their graves
For what is happening in America is insane
The multibillionaires have taken over the farmland
And the best way to stop them is a bullet to their brain
The drum roll claps out of the blue
Like thunderbolts on distant shores
The time has come to say goodbye
The calling card both mine and yours
The drum beat booms nightmarishly
Like rumblings hurled by Grecian gods
The time has come to bid farewell
For mortals cannot beat the odds
The paradiddle calls finis
Like last rim shots upon the snare
The time has come to let it go
The life as twins we got to share
When the grim reaper roars my name
As shocking as that truth may come
The last thought in my baffled brain
Will be of you my twinly chum
When the pale horseman howls at me
As jolting as that whinny sounds
The last thought in my hopeful head
Will be of your sweet princely crowns
When the hard bone collector calls
As ghastly as that knell may loom
The last thought in my dumbstruck mind
Will be of us from womb to tomb
We are still here
Still in the hunt
But near the end
To be quite blunt
We are still here
Not dead twins yet
But not much time
To strut and fret
We are still here
Still in the game
But soon must go
To whence we came
