Interview With A Dead Man Poem by John W. McEwers

Interview With A Dead Man



Oh, Kate, I love you, Kate!
Your hair is so pretty, are those highlights, Kate?
They are! They're so pretty!
Just like you, but you know that, don't you?
You're so smart, Kate!
You're like if Aristotle and Angelina Jolie had a baby in the twentieth century, but only if Aristotle had perfect skin and a jaw line to rival the Titans themselves!
Oh, Kate, why do you bother with a schmuck like me?
I'm dopey and fretful and my skins kind of green?
You're stunning and charming and brimming with vigor!
Oh why would you ever like someone like me?

Are you aware, dead man, that Kate heard what you said?
She knew you were right and she was just too good.
You shuffled your feet and looked wonky to boot.
You smelled after showering and drooled when you chewed.
And that's why she left you for that accountant named, what was it, Dan?
Or Sam? Or Stan?

Well now I'm aware! And God does it hurt!
Kate! Oh, Kate! I hope you drown in a lake!

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John W. McEwers

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Nova Scotia, Halifax
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