Move To First Class Poem by david gerardino

I built a fence around my eyes
painted the fence black and gray
put up a sighn, keep out
I took a sharp knife, and cut my hands off
for these are sinners hands, and cant be washed
I layed myself down on rail road tracks, waited for
the train, it came and took my legs
i waited for death, like a farmer waits for his crop
and thats when i saw a angel, with a note in his hand
it read, you now can move to first class