The Funeral Procession by Propagandhi
The funeral procession passed by here today
Confusion and questions left strewn in its wake
But I feel like I knew his pain
A mechanical failure while enduring the norm
Some of us fracture, others simply deform
And lose their elasticity
Never to return
To the shape they were
I wonder which is worse
I try to keep my composure amidst the insanity
Resigned to the truth that I will not live to see
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