Seen as an upstanding member of the community
But in his family there was disunity
Staying out late, with women half his age
His wife still in love, trapped in his cage
Cancer caught her before he could
Now we'll never know if he would
Her ring sent to one of his many whores
His end left many chores
He died in pain
Blood and feces on the wall, left a stain
I do not pity him
Although I kept my expression from
A smirk I was suppressing
Maybe this funeral was a blessing
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Poetry or whatever
PoetryThis book will contain poems written by me, but more importantly, by true poets that inspire me.
