His Eulogy

This came from the morning after a panic attack on the night of a bad day.

His Eulogy

After a life of blatant narcissism, thankfully he passed away when he took his own self-obsessed life. He leaves behind his relieved wife after a long suffering marriage and two children: each having differing perspectives about their relationship or lack thereof of their promise breaking, over powering, fat bastard of a father.

He hasn’t left behind a big family, only his Mother, Sister and Nephew. Thankfully for them, of course, they never saw him very much. He always declared to be there, they were lucky to get a phone call once in a while. Oops sorry, that should say, they tried phoning him to only get his ‘humorous’ message service; so he thought. The rest of his family are now either dead or forgotten.

He too is quickly forgotten by friends who were sick and tired of his arrogance, self-pity and false promises. He let them down so many times that they couldn’t be bothered to turn up today to his funeral. After all, he made so many excuses to why he couldn’t see them, why would anyone expect them to come along. Unfortunately they will be missing out on a free bar later to celebrate, I mean,  commiserate his passing.

I’ve been asked not to mention his employers; they’ve already moved on and replaced his fat whinging ass.

My last thought of him; what a Twat. No wonder he didn’t pass his exams at school, he couldn’t even spell the word Mosh right.

Copyright © JRFC May 2019
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Words From Afar

Why do you tease?

With words from afar

That I have grown to love

And believe


Words I read so personally

Only to be passed by

And forgotten

By the next page you write


You draw me in with your

Warmth and kindness

And excite with your

Sensual fiery odes


Only to leave me

With words of pain

Like needle points

Stabbing the mind, the heart


Oh how I’ve come to love

Those words

But no longer can I accept

They are for me


So I will continue to read

Dutifully yet scorned

And turn away, melancholy

Doting on every word from afar


Copyright © JRFC November 2018
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