Falling Man

Hes falling to his gloom

and soaring into doom

But hes just pissing himself.

The walls are caving in

and his prospects very thin

So why the chuckling elf?

The exit waits below

Hes forgotten all he know

Except that custard tart.

The end is very near

He should just smell the fear

So why the waft of fart?

Hes gone to nowhere now

So now were asking how

Was he just plastacene?

So was he even real

Or just the jokers deal?

Why is silence green?

Written by Tom

February 1st, 2008 at 9:43 pm

Posted in Our poems

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