Fools Requiem...
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“Pardon Mon Blues”. The poem of the week, also to be found on the homepage. This piece is the result of my recent attempt to learn French by listening and attempting to speak using a CD. “Franglais” is the mashed up / mangled combo of English and French. The joke’s on me here!
“Fools Requiem”. Not about anyone in particular, perhaps a satire piece re politicians? This is under the category of satire/ dark-side or black poetry (poetry noir?); not something I write mainly but the odd one comes along now and then. I gathered these “black poems” together into a book called “Vitriolic verses” (draft title) but that book is as yet unpublished.
Pardon Mon Blues (Rap Franglais)
(REFRAIN)
Pardon, j’m excuse
Mon sale too rude blues.
Je cherchez haut et bas
For keys and clues.
En Francaise merde, en Anglais shit
Gonna knock y’all out
Ca suffit.
Pushez bourge
Qu'est-ce qui se passe?
If you aint a cow
Don’t eat grass today.
(REFRAIN)
Pardon, j’m excuse
Mon sale too rude blues.
Je cherchez haut et bas
For keys and clues.
FIN/END
Fools Requiem
(For who? You know who you are!)
(REFRAIN, R+)
Joker, trickster, wannabee clown
Same vacuous grin n smile
All’s a game and in fun
Never you frown[JC1] .
You speak clichés, platitudes
Snap remarks, even silly rhymes
Anything to make a joke
For this goal he strives.
R+
While your presence, existence,
Never illuminates our brief lives
You go work on your mocking
We go home to our wives.
R+
We blinked, we missed it
Your passing came too cruel
Only now we ask the question
Where’s our fool?
R+
We paused in the moment
Reflected just a bit
Then we all chorused
Who gives a shit!
R+
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Best wishes, Louis
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