God Bless You Mr. Vonnegut

When the stage curtain falls
I wonder where i will be
To expect a grandiose supernova
Is grandiose all the same
The turn of a lamp key
Seems frightengly feeble
And more unfitting still
Perhaps i will pass in valiance
If i swallow my soul and rage
Rage, against the dying of the life
But just as worlds end with a whimper
Who am i to deserve much better

There is a canvas in the corner
Atop a crooked easel
A portrait which holds no likeness
Eyes stare lamely, the smile looks forced
The kneck is thick atop narrow shoulders
Hair more an unnatural wig
Her only company the void
Of a young girl’s eyes
Clutching a doll
Complete with matching gas mask
A yellow rose cries wilted petals
Down upon the ground, upon such a travesty

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