The Last Laugh

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He was never one to question

Fundamental crises of existence

Now however, he felt different

Sadly bad things had persisted

 

Outraged now he knew that some action must be taken

Sold his house up

And he quit his occupation

Locked his memories up inside a vault

It was time now for his final revolt

 

Who will know where he’ll go

Who will care if he’s no longer there?

 

He was never one to argue

Though countless people had provoked him

His better nature left him hopeless and bad intentions simply choked him

 

With nothing now to keep him and no one to answer to

He wished for nothing more than a playhouse with a view

Where he could idly fantasize the hours with introspection

A talent he had nurtured long to sad perfection

 

Who will know

Where he’ll go

Who will care if he’s no longer there?

 

The world that he’d known as a youth held the truth

With adult corruption and evil the cause

Of the breakdown he entered

The hard hitting proof

That to dream was the method for locking the doors

 

Aaahhh…

 

With nothing now to keep him and no one to answer to

He wished for nothing more than a playhouse with a view

Where he could idly fantasize the hours with introspection

A talent he had nurtured long to sad perfection

 

Who will know

Where he’ll go

Who will care if he’s no longer there?

 

The world that he’d known as a youth held the truth

With adult corruption and evil the cause

Of the breakdown he entered

The hard hitting proof

That to dream was the method for locking the doors

 

 

And daydreams later people found him

Unwashed, unkempt so they got dialing

So now his views gone but he’s happy

The drugs they give him keep him smiling.

 

 

Copyright 1994 James Lushey