Riff On Pj's Riff On Jsyn's Poem Poem by David McLansky
Riff On Pj's Riff On Jsyn's Poem
He sat in his old rusting truck
Feeling his age, and out of luck;
To his daughter-in-law
An impossible burden
No longer allowed
To get a word in;
The revolver that he got
In the Korean war
Lay on the seat beside him;
Such a tranquil verdant spot
To shoot himself and die in;
He lit his final cigarette
And sucked the rich smoke down:
An old man who had few regrets;
And no reason to hang around.
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