How About You? Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

There’s a rumour doing the rounds
Have you heard, have you heard?
They say Micmac is dead and gone
Never to write another word

There’s a rumour doing the rounds
Micmac is buried under six feet of soil
I have checked my pulse, and
I know that my blood is still on to boil

My bits are failing, one by one
Can’t see clearly, belly’s a mound
Taste gone, smell going too, don’t believe
The rumour that’s doing the rounds

Still listening to my music
Relaxing to the Beach Boys ‘Pet sounds’
I am still breathing, don’t listen to
A rumour that doing the rounds

There’s another rumour doing the rounds
I have just started a rumour of my own
The world has ended, you are all dead
I am on this earth, I am on my own

There’s two rumours doing the rounds
Neither one is true
I am very much alive
How About you……..?