They looked at him
with peculiar eyes
a specimen
worth a zoo
any day or even night
loony eyes
nesting hairs
haywire
and dried;
clothes
even
beggars
would consider
worse than theirs
reason for their stare
was his birthday
and philosopher’s declaration
that éach birthday’ reminds him of his death day
then he took them all
to graveyard
and dug a grave for himself;
they were made to help too
and all were so much sweat
and then he walked away
in triumph
leaving them feeling surly and cheated
for a crafty song(his bill for the birthday party was ZERO after all)
after he had left them all peeved
They carved an epitaph
which said
“This man was born dead(ask his mom for clarity!)
and is now rechristened “dead man walking” our next
check is scheduled for his next birthday when
we would lay him here whether dead or not!”