The Wide, Wide Canal Poem by Robert Rorabeck

With my dogs so far away,
I really want to commit
Suicide:
It seems the most angelic thing to do,
Surrounded
By these cars and vultures.
There is a gun in the back of my father’s
Diesel truck,
Isn’t there:
That f%cking truck cost him 50,000
Or something,
And he wanted 50,000 from me for his
Horses
Or he was going to kick me out,
But I only get paid 100 dollars for a 50 hr
Day,
And I really want to get out of this
Truck into another one,
And shoot myself in the mouth to slide
Down that other
Holy river of razor blades,
Because it seems so much more glorious sitting
There rich and full of goats
Basking on the other side of the wide,
Wide canal.