Transcendental Sonnet #1286:
Riddle in the Middle of the Griddle

gesture of a jester

Life as a dying legend
Death as a living lie
The dead agree let others be
The ones to say not you and I

Yet every legend has its end
And I would have death as my friend
But I suspect he would reject
Such common company as me

Death is too small for me life is too big

Since from his photograph he looks quite burly
I heed his cautionary tail if curly
But dress a sow no matter how and I know now
Belle of the barnyard though she might well be

The homemade hog of glory still remains a pig

+Steven Curtis Lance



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