Zachary Pangburn Poems

Snitchy young lady
There is no use complaining
I won’t let you smoke
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Old man, ungrateful
Let’s see you with no I.V.
Muahahahaha
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Wow a heart attack?
And at such a young, young age
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Please, please stop crying
I know you hate injections
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Alone it stood, there in the night,
against the hazy fog, a blur.
Standing tall, with all it’s might.
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The burnt out
ends of cigarettes abound,
like the hills of California, in an ashtray in front of him.
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