(Verlaine)
The Bastard's Tale.
A classic piece of literature,
If I ever heard one.
Part 1:
A wicked, bitter pretence,
Stumbling round,
No doubt,
Blase
Righteous.
Remember now the year's
1412, or something.
As I searched amongst them
For a valuable gold piece.
Not really,
No, not really.
The Bastard's Tale,
Part 2:
Now remember,
The year is 1714,
And we're enjoying our new inventions,
Whatever those were.
Such is The Bastard's life,
Without apology,
A cursed, pathetic boredom
Altered by death alone.
Death, a giant test,
Transpired
July 30th 1914.
You should have seen us then,
Coupled as we were,
A feverish embrace.
Wow.
1 | Bomb |
2 | Kingdom Come |
3 | Glory |
4 | Postcard From Waterloo |
5 | A Town Called Walker |
6 | The Grip Of Love |
7 | Five Miles Of You |
8 | Days On The Mountain |
9 | Always |
10 | One Time At Sundown |