Matt Greenblatt

Rookie - 0 Points (Octobe 12,1988 / Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA)

Vicious Cycle - Poem by Matt Greenblatt

The thing I remember most
About that May was
Being terribly short on cash
Feeling somewhat desparate
You see my wedding
Was in three weeks and
I needed rings
So I ripped off a few guys
Nothing too serious
No gun, no knife
A couple of knocks
That's it, small change
Not some life of crime
Just scrounging up fifty bucks
At the store got
A killer deal, solid gold
Some old white boy had
Pawned his bands yesterday
Was in a bad spot with his bookie
And his wife was dead anyway
Probably slipt it off her finger
At the wake the shook the priest's hand
No judgment, after all
Who wouldn't do that?
Met her eight days later
At the altar
Under a silver crucifix
Her brother walked he down the aisle
You see her dad and mine
Were serving twenty years
For posession with intent
That's how we came together
And our love progressed from there
Joined in a union
Endless as our rings
We walked out the cathedral doors
Into an unchanged world


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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