Sheer Heart Attack
So still
So peaceful
You sit at your computer
Tap Tap Tap Tap
Slow, sneaking
Behind you!
I remember, but too late
Your two heart attacks
BOO!
The End
There were no notes to be written
No goodbyes to be said
This handful of pills and a bottle of whiskey
Would make him dead
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The Old Poems
Posted by Michael at 7:06 PM
Labels: Old Stuff, Poetry Of Sorts
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2 comments:
BOO! That would be so like you!
:)
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