Poem for the day

Two years. >100 million human deaths. Two happy years. Yes. Wel, I suppose I'd better start opening those annoying letters....*rrrrrrrriipp!* - Oooh! that's the first one done! Much easier than I thought. But enough of gutting landlords. And I missed the 'rent' pun too - bit out of practice. Idris whatsisname - the publisher can look him up - has an opinion on landlords too. Plus some other whining nonsense. And unless I'm very much relieved, he's gone and spoilt it all in a pome. Please don't do it again, Idris! :-

The rich man and the poor man
Heard the knock upon the door
The rich man had the longer drive
So Death had walked the more

Come in! Come in! and have some gin!
The goose is nearly done!
At which Death shone a rictus grin -
One's work is rarely fun

The Priest and King whose entrails sting
With poison lord the land
Thus beckon in their kith and kin
Who scythes with equal hand

You see! You see! My serfs are free!
No souls beyond the gate!
I see your traded currency
Said Death, perhaps too late

Fractured as the person lives
Net of takes and net of gives
Who can tell where ledger lies
In truth, with all or nothing eyes?

I made my money! All hard earned! -
At other's schools, their methods learned
And taller trees on merit grow
The forest floor inherits so!

And Death looked on with Timeless eyes
And yawned at those who plagiarise
Though humans cloud in gathering mist
He saw the word 'philanthropist'

As the polyp coral bound
Grasps at life already found
Built by shares eternally
And the fortunes of the sea

Austerity is not a lie!
We're mortgaged to an empty sky!
For globes have debts! And Gaia yearns -
Venusians care how much She earns!

And Death, so moved by human fears
Imagined Martian profiteers
And saw there was but Earth and Sun
And smiled one day His work be done.



REJ:- What? Two years worth?! Do they get any better?! Iesu Mawr!!!