A drive by bullet
Gently grazes your head
You go into a sudden death spiral
Your soul leaves
Your body reluctantly
The next thing you know
The cell phone is ringing
And the Pope has just
Canonized your Mother
So you are not the bastard after all…
2009 © TS
haha I loved this one....come and read a couple of mine......please. Ruth
A satirical poem. The title is very catchy. Good one, Ted.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great twist at the end Ted, loved this poem. Best wishes, Andrew