Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Who Killed Good Sense?

Who Killed Good Sense?

Here lies Good Sense,
Dead and cold;
This book his end

Who Killed Good Sense?
I said the Civilian
When I followed the Conning Composer
I killed Good Sense

Who saw him die?
I said the racist
With my blind hatred
I saw him die

Who caught his blood?
I said the Newsman
In my camera lens
I caught his blood

Who’ll make the Shroud?
I said the Editor
With my newspaper
I’ll make the shroud

Who’ll dig his grave?
I said the Columnist
With my lunatic ravings
I’ll dig his grave

Who’ll be the Parson?
I said the Magistrate
I set the Druggies free
I’ll be the Parson

Who’ll be the Clerk?
I said the Hustler
If there’s a raise
I’ll be the clerk

Who’ll carry the Light?
I said the comic
This is farcical tragic
I’ll carry the Light

Who’ll be Chief Mourner?
I said the Pragmatist
I will miss Good Sense
I’ll be Chief Mourner

Who’ll carry the Coffin?
I said the Parliamentarian
With my duty free ride
I’ll carry the coffin

Who’ll bear the pall?
I said the Child
Your mistakes are my burdens
I’ll carry the pall

Who’ll sing the psalm?
I said Mozart
I can carry a tune
I’ll sing the psalm

Who’ll toll the bell?
I said the Snoozer
On Facebook I can
I’ll toll the bell

All the citizens of the land
fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
when they heard the bell toll
for poor Good Sense.



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