• cheezmoore 9w

    When the swimmer finally took a flight

    He was a good man, they all said in their tributes with tears in their eyes.
    Vultures with violins
    passionately playing
    at his funeral.
    Blindfolding many with rhythmic sympathy
    like they were not making their hearts merry
    for the long awaited feast
    finally, they were going to have.
    Joshua why sleep? They repeatedly sang.
    Joshua our shrimp, they continuously reemphasized.
    Sympathy, the best of their two-faced culteries
    they didn't mind trading
    for this well-savoured shrimp.
    Life would have been better if
    he stuck to making friends with
    fins rather than feathers.
    - Cheez