Bastard Bertolt (unfinished)
Bertolt Bachastrias
Living in sin
Calling up Oedipus.
A three month sabbatical,
Of drink and debauchery,
The judgement was obvious.
In rapture with heaven and hell tonight,
Streaming past, in the spotlights.
I cry out, but I fall endlessly,
Among the bodies of our beloved, friends and family.
Oh Bastard Bertolt
Where will it end?
Why do we all find it necessary,
To pretend.
My eyes are borrowed,
My will is sour.
Finding it all quite confusing,
We conspire.
Oh now you've done it again,
Caught up like poor Claudius.
Spontaneous pain my friend,
Turn a crowd out, like Julius.
A passerby he says,
"His bones are on the mend".
Enamored with seashells & sand, so bright
Swooning, rushing, I feel light.
A snake with three heads begins.
Classical backslide again.
Needs another verse to finish it off.
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