Entitled Godspeed Poem by D.N. Rebb
Entitled Godspeed
Knowledge of innovative vulgarity
This modern-day avant-garde rejectionist
Certain medieval street-corner pharmacy
Opiates, crystal meth, just try to resist
Godspeed,
To the gates of hell
Larked too many accelerating sequels
Heavy right foot conducted final soundtrack
Earsplitting tires sang the closing farewell
A single rose is laid on an inscribed plaque
Godspeed,
To the gates of hell
First embarked on smoking at just seventeen
Chained exhaust fumes orchestrated circumstance
Surgeon General's too late to intervene
As terminal cancer quickly advances
Godspeed,
To the gates of hell
I promised myself at the age of 14 that I would never smoke. I'm almost 72 and have never touched a cigarette. Do I have other vices? Certainly! But I try to control them!
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5/20/2024 1:30:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
cont'd: Godspeed has gone in the wrong direction for some of my friends who died way too young! A very uniquely creative poem. Love everything about it: the great title; the very thought-provoking poem and Poet's Notes! Excellent work, D.N.!
Thanks Richard for the positive feed-back. Much appreciated.