Suicide Jumper At Union Terrace - Poem by GRANT FRASER
Today at the bridge
In front of the old theatre,
An older plump girl in black
Track suit bottoms and cement boots,
Made a silent plea to the services
'And that this is it - and was about to jump! '
The guy driving beside me, said -
'Cheezus, why is it always this place,
Why don't they ever do it somewhere else
All they really want is attention...',
'I mean if they really wanted to, they could
Pop up to Marschall Court, besides do any of
Them ever die, if they decide to jump from there? ',
Anyway that's what I would do,
Lift straight up to the seventeenth floor -
And hop off the ledge - smash!
I said, well, if you swallow dive off this bridge,
it's sure to work, ye know arms behind your back,
All that, anyway it would be enough to do the trick!
Besides 'Marschall Court' is a complete tip,
I mean why not jump off a nice one?
Yeah! a nice one, still trying to think of a nice one...
When we drove down to the other side,
Past the road block, the cop motorcyclists,
Put on their helmets and hopped on their
Then sped off!
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