A Belated Postcard from a Friend

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poetry by Adam Tod Leverton

The friend you knew
so well is dead.
He tired of the money lenders
the cackling hordes
fat and plump
begging (despite their girth)
for more and more.

Tiring of their coddled cries,
your friend has,
most convienently
pushed himself off
a ledge.

the prim ladies gasp.

o do not weep!
fair squirelly maidens
of lamentation and epitaph
he is dead
only to those who stalk him
like a gazele
pestered by gnats.

suffice it to say
the death was forged

he's on the lamb incognito
he still eats when hungry
still drinks when thirsty
still sleeps when tired
and benefits from the graze
of a lonely woman's hand.

In closing
I can only
assure you
that he is in
a much better place

Yours, sincerely, etc,
Lors Tornthrope, the third, esq.

Adam Tod Leverton

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Submitted: December 14, 2010

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