you should have
done better,
respect his privacy,
it shows that
he was more than
willing to use
you too,
that early Monday
morning you had coffee
and smoke,
and then he lets you
inside his room,
shows you his pair of
pants on top of the
cabinet with a note
that last night it
hanged on the
wall, and he was looking
for it and he found it
with you
and his cabinet lock
was broken
and forced open,
and some things scatter
on the floor
documents perhaps
and his diamond ring
and cellphone are gone,
how late for you
to know that he is going
to use you as a witness
to a robbery which
actually never happened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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