How to stifle me an eye ful
Where’s the rifle
Best it be aimed
Let me be murdered quickly
Not left sickly
As us claimed
Wrap me in a see through parcel
The oxygen yes I can see
But when it’s used up in my parcel
It will be the death of me
Instant poem from the Bard Zakoor
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.