Johnny Minimal

Johnny Minimal
never went over the top.
He only went to war
against unnecessary need.

He kept everything under control
and kept it all bottled in.
A cork in his mouth;
He was a man of very few words.

He gave his love in small doses.
Just enough to keep her going.
He never whispered sweet nothings
‘Cos nothing sugary was sweet to him.

He didn’t believe in pie in the sky.
He didn’t talk of God or Christ.
He led his life accepting death.
He never acknowledged anything more.

Everything would be a close-guarded secret.
Everything he kept close to his chest.
His private life was strictly private.
He never let anything leak.

When he went, only close friends came.
As the coffin closed, it was left unsaid.
Nothing flowery was at his funeral.
What he would have wanted, at least.

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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry