Mr. Goodbar Poem by Charlotte Ballard

Mr. Goodbar



Dying is like candy
Displayed on a grocer's shelf
Bright neon colors and
Odd, fascinating favors.

But living is harder,
Coming in one flavor-
Black licorice whips
That sours even as
You eat it.

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