Glen Martin Fitch


Let's Make A Deal - Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

Though seldom seen 
he's always hanging 'round.
You're never safe.
He'll elbowed his way in.
I fear if I deny him 
he'll confound my plan,  
surprise me with his killer grin.
I keep out of his way,  
because I hope
if I ignore him,  
he'll ignore me too.
I tease him sometimes 
(it's a way to cope)
a moth and flame game,  
one cannot undo.
I fear he likes his humor 
gross and grim.
I've lately thought 
 'Should I make him my friend
till he gets bored with me? ' 
I bet the end will come too soon 
when I've forgotten him. 
I ask 
(though I seem morbid,
prying, rude)
what deal have YOU made 
with that Reaper dude?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013


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