Paige Mckenzie he actually got me up on stage as i had tweeted about him that day. he read my tweet and gave me some cheese (weird). i still have it in the fridge!!
I can't seem to let this poem go. It seems like every year I go back and listen to this one and a few others. Every year it hits a bit different due to losing friends, change of environment, or maybe just age. I feel like this poem knows me and I know it. But idk, its just my thoughts
This is kinda touching- if a man can go all out to make a meal for the man who killed his brother then what does that say about us? If he can do that yet the rest of us drill into others beat them down shatter them just because they say something we don’t like- they take nothing from us and yet we hate them for no reason aside from who they are, what they said, sometimes it’s jealousy- we hate everyone while some people will never forgive the true criminals but they’ll still do the best they can for that person-
Idk ask for chunky potato soup and too much corebread, A cold mug of Lemonade, if he can leave a knife in the soup. Cuz when I go i want it to be on my terms...
it's pretty straight forward about a cook who makes the last meals for the prisoners about to be executed and one day he had to make the last meal for the guy who killed his brother and "that was the testament to his ethics"; he didn't let anyone else replace him. But Shane, like always, inserts an existential and social commentary in his story so he talks about jobs and how people do them out of necessity nowadays and choice has been nailed to a cross.
@@rachelgolden501 The guy the cook was serving had killed the cook's brother. That's why the cook couldn't explain to his mother why he wasnt able to make the execution to the murderer of his own brother.
His brother killed his brother, he has to make his last meal, live with the guilt of not making it to his brothers execution, with his mother. The mother of the same brother. He could not let anyone else cook for his brother, wishing he could cook just as well as their mom did. And it never got touched. That's what Ive understood from it.
amazing poem. i got to meet shane and all i could say to him was "your words were there when no one else was"
Mark Moorhouse you're so lucky!
Paige Mckenzie he actually got me up on stage as i had tweeted about him that day. he read my tweet and gave me some cheese (weird). i still have it in the fridge!!
Mark Moorhouse you are lucky. His work is beautiful and touches ones soul.
I'm sorry no one was there for you. I'm glad you had at least something.
@@MetalMoose99 I want that cheese ;
I really love Shane’s poems. They all have deep meaning. And unlike most songs/poems, each one of them sounds different.
I know right. Shane Koyczan's talent surpasses many others.
Layla Risse
Right?? Shame he remains unrecognized though
I'd ask for burnt toast and cold beer, because life's a bitter tragedy that goes down easily.
Joshua Perry. Dean? Is that you?
Sorry. not sorry
I just wish the music was quieter so I can hear him better
I can't seem to let this poem go. It seems like every year I go back and listen to this one and a few others. Every year it hits a bit different due to losing friends, change of environment, or maybe just age. I feel like this poem knows me and I know it. But idk, its just my thoughts
This just gets your mind going...
It’s hard to not get emotional for this story when it relates to something… someone you knew 😔
I did this poem for Forensics and to hear the author performing it is pretty cool
this story makes me cry everytime and I don't know why
Because it's beautiful? Sad? Beautifully sad?
This is kinda touching- if a man can go all out to make a meal for the man who killed his brother then what does that say about us? If he can do that yet the rest of us drill into others beat them down shatter them just because they say something we don’t like- they take nothing from us and yet we hate them for no reason aside from who they are, what they said, sometimes it’s jealousy- we hate everyone while some people will never forgive the true criminals but they’ll still do the best they can for that person-
You missed the point. He didn't kill his brother. America killed his brother
@@teaadvice4996 “he made the meal for the man who killed his brother”
"Would rather take his chances with a giant, than walking down death row.."
one of my favorites by him
I ran out of Ideas mines tarot
Idk ask for chunky potato soup and too much corebread, A cold mug of Lemonade, if he can leave a knife in the soup. Cuz when I go i want it to be on my terms...
MavrickHunter commenting on this to come back to it later
thats not allowed lol
i love this
love your prof pic gangsta duck
thank m8
one of the dance groups at my studio danced to this
Just to be fair, I'm a manager that doesn't expect please when people need to take a piss
I would ask for a slice of cheese pizza and a peppermint, caused i'd like to die with one last sweet memory in my mind
A box of pad thai and a cold ice tea with 5 spring rolls would be my last meal.
Id ask for a pineapple and strawberries.
I just.......holy shit
2020?
I never understood this poem. Can someone explain?
it's pretty straight forward about a cook who makes the last meals for the prisoners about to be executed and one day he had to make the last meal for the guy who killed his brother and "that was the testament to his ethics"; he didn't let anyone else replace him. But Shane, like always, inserts an existential and social commentary in his story so he talks about jobs and how people do them out of necessity nowadays and choice has been nailed to a cross.
waisehell yes but it is the cooks brother or the prisoners brother?
@@rachelgolden501 The guy the cook was serving had killed the cook's brother. That's why the cook couldn't explain to his mother why he wasnt able to make the execution to the murderer of his own brother.
Wow. I wouldn"t have made his food.
His brother killed his brother, he has to make his last meal, live with the guilt of not making it to his brothers execution, with his mother. The mother of the same brother. He could not let anyone else cook for his brother, wishing he could cook just as well as their mom did.
And it never got touched.
That's what Ive understood from it.
Yoooo 2019 who is with me
Valentina Robinson 2020?
instrumentals?
the short story long
So this was an awesome poem, but the clouds in the background seriously freaked me out for some reason.
Song??
2017 anyone?
I'm 2029!!
2020
2021
2018?
yes, for another 9 months
Unfortunately.
Wow if you guys only knew what was coming in the next years
Ah, fuck. 666 likes. Satan us fucking coming.