To the Legend… a belated eulogy

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Mama called him obstinate
Too stubborn to change his ways
Papa called him obdurate
That hell awaited his end of days

But he rocked, and he rolled
Heels dug into that slippery road
Strutted along unheeding, refused the call
Sights on that place he knew so well
And as he swung, unchanging
He raised a finger in the air
Rather, he said, a fuck in hell
Than a sleepless toss, mon cher.

72 words for Sammi’s Weekend Prompt: Obdurate

Apologies for the language but it is what Oswald used to say, and I have cleaned up the worst. May he rest… or not.

 

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48 Responses to To the Legend… a belated eulogy

  1. Dale's avatar Dale says:

    Excellent, Crispina. You’ve given us a rather clear portrait of dear (not so dear) Oswald!

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  2. A fun, clever, and clear poem showing Oswald in all of his obdurate glory. Great word prompt, even greater poem using the word!

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  3. I love the poem, it has a great sense of rebellion and being exactly who you are.

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  4. Sadje's avatar Sadje says:

    Sad and funny!

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  5. Badass, rock and roll!

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