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 I gathered these “black poems” together into a book called “Vitriolic verses” (draft title) but that book is as yet unpublished.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+

Thanks for reading my Blog. Till next time keep safe,

Best wishes, Louis

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