A  bedtime story for rude children,

Poems by Oscar

 The death of alone

“ The cold shoulder “
Your rotting corpse, laid in fetching damp earth, 
No place to call your home, bad for your hearth.
I fucked it up for real, very few never shed no tears.
Forgotten rotten decaying in damp earth. 
Before I had time to fade, you all already forgotten my name

By Oscar