by Jerry Ratch
I heard them praying to some god
none of us had ever heard of.
I'm glad I went to the funeral
and still have the yellow rose that I
did not throw into his grave.
At some point
you have to stop nibbling
from the moldy cake.
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Too much frosting will do that. *
*, Jerry. Nice work. At least he wasn't "The Mouse That Roared".
A market driven tragedy, no doubt.
I like keeping the rose. Yes.
Sad but true.*
:D