The Breakfast Of Strategists Poem by Geoffrey Fafard

The bleakest part of strategy is
when you have finally won and
there is no one to reward your effort

so you stare out of the windows of your eyes
and there is a black bird flying at you
carrying a message you had long forgotten

a message grey, bleak, lonely and empty
telling you that further on up the road
lies nothing more than here

so you shoot the bird and throw his feathers to the wind
and eat his flesh toasted
and there is not enough to fill your starving mouth

so your strategy was a waste
and bears you no longevity, bears you no children
and bears you no malice or any other cute emotion.

EPITAPH
there lived a pickled onion in a bottle
said he ~~ 'the view is panoramic
but oh my surroundings are sour'

Geoffrey Fafard.