Haven�t Seen You Around, Lately
Was it really that bad?
Was it worth it,
to get a railroad spike through your head
rather than having to hear any more?
Were they so bad?
My poems, written with my blood,
my secret feelings poured right into them
My words, were they so bad?
�Effulgent�, for example?
A perfectly perfect word,
which you didn�t approve
Was it truly right?
Rightful of you to laugh at me,
mock me,
make fun of me?
Guess you thought
I�d never be anything
never accomplished anything
and never be known
And that just goes to show
how bloody stupid you were
socialising amongst yourselves
drinkin� punch at dinner parties, musicales an� fancy balls
Where are your societies now?
Six feet under ground?
Not even there, not anymore
Not anywhere
Unexisting,
that�s what you lot are now
And me? Where am I?
Still walkin� around on land
Smoking, laughing, havin� fun
and doin� things you never thought I�d get done
I�d say you didn�t succeed in life
Hell, I�d even say you failed
�Cause here I am, and here you're not
I�m here laughing on your graves
I just could light myself a cigarette
and in a poem,
praise the last day we met