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Married men will often go First Off in the back of shiny black Hearse Left on their own With no reason to moan Widows wonder which was the Worse.
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Sep 24, 2022
Sep 24, 2022 at 1:13 PM UTC
Married Men
He sat still in a corner, Not listening, Not looking, Not hearing, As the hearse left his house. Many fumed at his indifference, Little did they know he was not cold, He was sad and in pain. His father, his world had collapsed, Gone like the wind,no more.
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Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:33 PM UTC
Sad
#I will slither my venomous tongue into those tender ****** ears until my intent is well and hung after bottles wash away fears my genteel words only a facade to feed my carnal desire my affable countenance only a fraud to cross the threshold of your attire tonight we will worship fermented grape my little maenad in ecstasy my hands follow the shape   of your curves, driven mad my charm your curse ***my arms your hearse*** when the sun shows his face I'm but a ghost your conscience defaced my next egotistical boast#
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Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
The Egotistical Hunter
You called once in a blue moon, Not because you cared, But,it was your duty. Now, you call our relatives and friends, To announce my passing away, Show your deepest sorrow, Shed tears over me. You ordered the choicest flowers to be placed on my grave, Yet, you never gave me a single bouquet on my birthdays. You stand near my coffin, Desolate,grief stricken, Reading my eulogy, Wish I had heard those sweet words of love,when I was alive, You have hired a hearse, To take my corpse to the graveyard, But,you never had time to take me for a long drive,to the country side. You have invited all the people we knew and your business associates for lunch after the funeral, Yet, you never came to take me out to a restaurant. Why now my son!
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Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 1:16 PM UTC
WHY!WHY!NOW
Acetone I'm sorry I didn't quite know what to say when we were sitting in the backseat and your mind was driving you a million miles away, I'm sorry he broke your heart, how dare he take your smile apart? I know you're coated in pain, so I'll ask it to slowdance with my name: Just tell me where it hurts and I'll bandage your wounds with these words, I'll bury all your rage in my hearse where my bones will one day decay. And I pray no one else will ever rip you apart because I love you and watching you hurt is the hardest part. - Crimsyy A/N: Oddly timed updates but that's because school has began (: Please vote and comment what you think of this poem or any constructive opinions...thankyou for reading!♡
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 7:41 AM UTC
Quadrāgintā Ūnus
This feeling is like a curse As they drive away in a long black hearse The dark and gloomy sky Shudders then starts to cry A father consoles a mother While holding a child The dead's brother For a moment they stay Unable to look away I try to call out But they don't seem to hear my shout These feelings I feel Fill me to the brim A new light has been shed It was me I was the one dead
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Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
Funeral
Let's Begin, Join the circle, Show a grin, Laugh hysterical, Then you're in. Take a knife, And here we go, **** their wife, And let everyone know, Don't leave a life. Play in blood, A whole **** tub, Bodies buried in mud, Or throw em in an abandoned hearse hub, Then smoke some bud. ......................................... ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ .........................................
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:27 AM UTC
Sleepless Mumbles of the Insane
I took a hearse to prom. Not the most conventional way at all. Not the sort of carriage a prince Should take to a ball. My chauffeur drove me. He was dressed in black. I suppose a hearse is better Than my mum’s old Cadillac. I drove alone to prom. Said I’d meet my date there. Besides, she’d be late with all Her make-up and her hair. I just had to suit up And get my tie to sit real still. Then my father looked me over, And said; ‘I think you fit the bill.’ So I sat in anticipation As I drove there to the prom. But who’d have thought in two minutes Everything would go wrong. My father’s an alcoholic, see. As was my chauffeur. Because they are the same man. The man who drove the hearse.
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Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
The Man Who Drove The Hearse