Sunday, September 27, 2009

The Grave by Susan Enan



All of your work won’t fit in the earth
When you’re lying underground in the grave
Whatever a man in your balance can
There’s nothing you can buy in the grave

In the next age no stock exchange
Is gonna pass on the money we made
No lottery wins, political spins,
When were lying underground in the grave

New surgery defies gravity
But it all falls away in the grave
And who’s gonna care what color you wear
There’s no fashion show in the grave

So swallow it down
No easy way round
Just a hill for the thrills that we crave
But no medicine to stop kingdom come
It’s your time get in line for the grave

And we’ll all be the same
And we’ll go as we came
Side by side as we lie in the grave
We’ll all be the same
We’ll go as we came
Side by side as we lie in the grave.

3 comments:

juniperbug said...

rhyming poetry or song lyrics? either way it's good stuff.

Laura-Marie said...

Yeah, I like it too.

Chris (Toff) Parker said...

This line should be:

"Whatever a man in your balance can"

Whatever amount in your balanced acount.