Third Rail Poem by Robert Sheridan

Third Rail



Had no desire
Still, was brief-
cased; felt like
a third parent -
was waiting all
my life at a third
street diner, yeah,
stuck again with
the bloody check;
always seemed to
play third string;
you know, just
like third wheeling,
once you do it,
you never forget;
except, I kept
falling off - wound
up in the hospital's
third ward with a third
rate medical doctor;
couldn't pay - got
slammed dunked
like witches, caught
the common 'scold';
but that's okay, if
it wasn't that, it
would have been from
third hand smoke;
then tried the third
rail, but got derailed
by my guardian angel
who was slumming it
in my third world -
c'est dommage!

'2008'

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