Masharia kanyari

(Kenya -East Africa)

Six Feet Under


Exactly five past six
I woke up to a Tim Mcgraw song
And a belle in a thong
Whose name I couldn't recall
A lifesyle brought by my,
Vagabond heart

As I swallow cereal and a flat beer
Over the morning paper
I cannot help but smile;
At the obutuaries,
The best part of this paper,
Like previous ones I've read this year,
I see dead people.

They feel no anxiety,
They Feel no fear,
Just eternal rest,
Timeless slumber

Maybe its time I rikindled my religion,
Polished my old Berretta,
And sent lead through my brains
Join the free men and women
In the timeless dirt nap
Six feet Under

Submitted: Sunday, March 11, 2012

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