Smile by the Snare (Dedicated to Socrates)
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


Unlike the pope
I like my hope
And kill my sins
With bugspray

And when the rope
Pulls tight I cope
And still I sign
So lovely

Allthough I choke
My eyes bulged wide
It does not decay
My inner pride

I cannot let this chance
Pass me by
This one chance
of a lifetime

So I spread my legs
And keep my arms straight
And smile so widely
As to not forfeit

My inner anguish
All emotion stored
The astonished faces
They are my reward

As I form a peace sign
Upside down
And watch the follary
Bend and turn around

A lugh escapes me
Before I flee
This world of failed