Jonathan ROBIN - Break Break Break

Break, break, break,
of my bones both left and right,
and I would that my tongue could butter
the bread, my teeth could bite!

O well for the Athlete’s foot
that knows not cramps nor corns,
O well for the shot that’s put,
that knows not crown of thorns!

O well for the hospital staff
that neither strikes nor snaps,
nor seeks not one last laugh
transfusing AIDS or craps!

Break, break, break
all epidemics soon,
lest mankind’s last mistake
prove Life is Time’s buffoon!

Jonathan ROBIN

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