Friday, September 6, 2013

Death by Comic, September o6, 2o13

Friday,
I meant to go to bed early . . . not a five in the morning! But I got busy writing some new poetry. Here's the latest.



Death by Comic

Too many people dying in the news tonight.
Civil war, of course, creates the greatest damage.
However, suicides and homicides domestic
are appealing to those of us who no longer bear
the shackles of a naughty, Arabotic government.
Personally, I would prefer death by comic. Ironic,
I suppose, but at least I’d be finished off
with a huge laugh. I’ve heard that men my age
can attract a heart attack, perish quite speedily
while performing sex. I do believe I have a better
chance finding me a sturdy, standup humorist
than a woman willing to make murderous love
to me, to those already dying from a lack of life.
But one can always dream. No matter how, or where,
or when I die, it will be (hopefully) quite entertaining.
—rrw o9-o6-13

 

 

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