Poetry by Peter Zelaskowski
Cliché, Open Brackets
The earth is my stage
(A hole in which will be
my grave)
The world is my oyster
(Wanna buy a pearl?)
Workers of the world
unite
(Down the pub)
Come the joyous day
(I’ll have overslept)
The meek will inherit
the earth
(What’s left of it)
You are my love
(For the time-being)
