by Steven Kunert
I may someday get run over by a train,
perish in a hurricane,
get cancer of the brain,
maybe go insane.
Or I might die in throes
of heart-attack pain,
stumble off a cliff in Maine,
be crushed by a fallen crane
or murdered by my wife’s secret lover, Jane.
But no matter what, I’ll take true solace
and everlasting peace to my grave,
knowing I never succumbed
to becoming one of them.
March 6, 2010
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1 comments:
a scathing indightment.
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