A Dead Statesman
Rudyard Kipling

I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
These angry and defrauded young?

Dorothy Parker

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

2 Responses to “Epitaphs”

  1. April 5, 2009 at 05:46

    I defy anyone to red “Epitaphs of the War” with a dry eye.

  2. October 12, 2009 at 06:03

    And it’s MINE angry and defrauded, not THESE.

    An important distinction, especially for the author with his dead son.

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