Our Many Fears

Extra: Good Old Uncle Poe

I remember oh I remember that frightful December.
Yes, that colourful and fun month after November.
Yes in the warm fire place there were embers.
And the phone rang, you picked up and heard that a member, yes a member of our family had gone. The last time I saw him was in September.

Which member was it? Oh which one was it? I believe he was full of whit. And how every one said they didn't care, as he was such a hypocrite. God damn it, pardon my blasphemy but which one was it? Oh yes that's it! The one that will be forgotten for his secret pasta recipe as that was a bit shit.

Yet this happened such a long time ago.
That it doesn't even effect me, there's no emotional blow.
I remember his name now, great uncle Poe. I remember little things about him, like how he liked snow. Oh and his favourite show.
Yet there's no emotional blow. Poor uncle Poe.