When The Lights Start To Dim Poem by Clay Kohut

On top of my game
I've nothing to gain
from a burnout who burned out last week

On top of the world
your hair has been curled
I've a feeling you're much past your peak

You've nothing to lose
pretend you can't choose
because you like the way that it feels

You're ready to go
short skirt and a bow
You've much further to fall in those heels

You'll wait for his call
it won't come at all
So you'll drink to escape from the pain

And then you'll go out
and without a doubt
Your car will be plowed by a train

The end of your life,
by train or by knife,
will be brought about on a whim

on your face is a smirk
yeah, all your life's work
hardly matters when the lights start to dim