They Won’t Forget Him
You have so few friends anywhere
A man who’s marked with ill-respect,
For some a failure in affairs,
Associates are false, defect
Who wants to know a man of grief
Admired by the stupid poor?
Only some revolting thief
And those who stink of fish, the boors
You’re lower class, invisible
A tomb is not a smart address,
A cross is not presentable
And crucifixion is a mess
But me, my friends surround my bed
They won’t forget me when I’m dead
Pavel
July 5, 2011
