Respect for the Dead
A chiding poem for tourists by ED 7/20/22
Step outside your selfish head
Show some respect for the dead
Not for the lewd, funny, or crass
Offer up a high, solemn mass
Touch the stones of old
Break through the plated gold
Stop smiling, no need for joy
Flirting with Death is not so coy
Maybe instead of the whorehouse
With charity, visit the poorhouse
Modern ditties cannot compare
Ancient war songs don’t put on airs
Take your eyes off the floor, child
Lift them to the sky, reviled
By Nature’s curse of nature
Unimpressed by ancient nomenclature
Look forward to nothing more
Than tickling base whims, the whore.
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Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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Very refreshing but also restoring, I feel like I can go on with my day with a new perspective and picked up by this short read